Saving the Outcasts

Chapter 4: Losing a Friend

        Over the course of the week, Grant and I started talking more and more. He was a year above me, but he told me he didn't care and that he likes me for me. That pretty much told me that he was a kid that I would want to be friends with. I have been keeping away for Cleo recently. I don't hate her, but she's getting mean, very mean.
        She normally picks on kids that are different from her self and my so called "friends". There is this new boy, Seth Cartman. They single him out just because he has braces on his legs because his legs are weak and can't support him. I know that because in my special needs group, which he is one of the most open kids there. Cleo came up with names like "Plasctic Prostetic" and "So, are you going to get those implanted?" I can't stand her. And to think, last week we were giggling and having fun, now she's a total jerk.

        "So, could I come to tutoring with you and Elliott?" Grant was getting the books from his locker.

        "Sure," I was leaning on the locker beside his, holding my books to my chest.

        Cleo, Hazel (who is still my cousin), and Eliza trotted by us. Cloe's desinger boots clipped clopped down the hallway. She glanced over at Grant and veered towards us. She stopped a few feet infront of me, putting her hand on her hip, "So, Yale, where have you been?" she stood there looking me up and down, "And who is your little friend?" she watched as Grant stood up. I was about to gag, she was batting her eyes lashes so intense that she could swat a fly with them, "Hi, there." she held out her hand, "I'm Cleo, and you are?"

        He shook it awkwardly, "Grant Ray," he quickly pulled his hand away, "Yale, want me to carry your books?" before I had time to reject he had already set his on top of the lockers and took my from my hands.

        I blushed, "Thanks, Grant." I turned to face Cleo with sudden confidence, "Cleo, I prefer to hang out with nice kids." I looked over at Grant, "Let's go to class." I walked down the hallway with him beside me, instep.

        "Hey, Yale! Wait up!" I turned around and saw Elliott running towards me. He was wearing a pair of maroon skinny jeans, a gray Beetles shirt, and black Chuck Taylor's. His brown hair was in his normal messy look and he had his glasses on.

        "Hey, Elliott." Grant waved at him quickly then returning his hand to my books.

        Elliott nodded to him with a smile, "You ready for tutoring?" He punched my arm softly.

        I nodded, "Can Grant come along?" I punched him in return.

        "Sure, then we can hang out or something then I can drive you guys home." Elliott's smiled really never faded no matter what.

        "Sounds good,"I turned towards Mrs. Regal's class, "Thanks again, Grant." he handed me my books, "See you guys later." I walked into the room still waving good bye to them.

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                Okay, well, you guys have to wait till Friday! Sorry! I:D Not really! There is more to come. The picture is of Elliott, Yale, and Grant. Enjoy!