Idiot

Chapter 2

(Kylie's P.O.V.)

  When I walked into school on Monday, the hallway where the trophy case fell had been blocked off. I felt guilty. I guess I am a goodie-two-shoes. I mean, I curse and stuff, and I'm not super innocent, but I don't like to break the rules, considering my dad made a good few of them.
  I heard people asking each other why they thought the hallway was blocked off and I let out a guilty whine.
  "Don't worry about it, Kylie," I heard Evan say and suddenly his arm was around me. "I may or may not have given a small donation of five hundred dollars to pay for the glass."
  I gaped at him.
  "You did not!" I said in a hushed yet excited voice with a small smile growing on my face.
  "You know, I think this is the first time I've actually made you smile for real," he said with a soft grin.
  "Yeah, I think it is," I said with a nod.
  "Go out with me?" he asked and I rolled my eyes, dropping my smile.
  "No, Evan," I said.
  "I'll try again next period," he said.
  "Oh, no, you wo--Evan!" I tried to protest but he just kissed the very top of my head and took off down the hall. I groaned in frustration, then walked to my locker.
  Ryan stood at his locker which was three away from mine.
  "Ryan, your friend is a piece of work," I said.
  "Which one?" he asked and I gave him a look that read something along the lines of which one do you think?
  "Oh, right," he said.
  "Yeah," I said and opened my locker. "Why is he so stubborn?" I asked as I put my shoulder bag in the locker and adjusted the strap of my gym bag on my shoulder.
  "He's really not," Ryan said. "He just really, really, really loves you."
  "I highly doubt that," I said and closed my locker.
  "Why?" he asked and closed his too, falling into step next to me since we had the same homeroom.
  "Well, we're in high school," I said. "People always believe they're in love, until a girl with a bigger ass or a guy with a better spot on the football team walks by and then someone gets their heart broken."
  "Well, I'll tell you one thing," Ryan said as we walked into Mr. Hall's classroom, "you break Evan's heart every single day. Seems a bit selfish to me."
  "I am not selfish," I said.
  "Then just give the guy a chance," he said as he branched off to go sit with Matt Lockhart. "He barely ever shuts up about you as it is."
  I rolled my eyes and followed him. I told him, "I don't like him. I'm not going to give him a chance because I'm not attracted to him in any way shape or form and no amount of 'but he's a nice guy' or 'but he really likes you' is going to change that so he better get over it."
  Both guys looked at me wide eyed.
  "Damn, that's cold," said Ryan.
  "I don't think you realize how much that hurts," said Matt.
  "Go cry about it," I snapped coldly, then walked back to my desk and sat down, waiting for the morning announcements to come on over the loudspeakers.
  "Good morning, Lockwood High," out bored vice principal's voice droned over the intercom. "Happy Monday, please stand for a moment of silence and the pledge."
  We all stood up but I seemed to be the only silent one during the moment of silence. Probably because my mind was racing.
  What if Evan really did love me? Or at least, like me? I've never actually had a boyfriend, I don't know why, but did I want Evan to be my first? It would be easy just to say yes, he asks me out at least twenty times a day and we only have four classes together.
  Even when one of us is absent he Tweets me, Facebook messages me, posts on my wall, comments on my Instagram pictures, Snapchats me and all just to be shot down over and over again.
  That seemed like a lot of work just to hear the same answer he's gotten since seventh grade.
  Maybe I could give him a chance...
  "I pledge allegiance to the flag," the class started, snapping me out of my thoughts and realizing how ridiculous I sounded. What was I thinking? This was Evan Mitchell, the guy who once brought a full carton of orange juice to the state assessments just because he wanted orange juice! He was an idiot then and he is an idiot now. I'm not gonna date him.

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  Next period at gym class, I stood next to my best friend Mackenzie Lewis on the track that looped around the football field.
  "I just don't get why he's so persistent," I complained as I pulled my wavy hair into a tight ponytail.
  "I think he's adorable," Mackenzie said, flipping her straight, red hair over her shoulder and stretching down to grab her ankle. "I'd say yes."
  "You're more than welcome to have him," I said, stretching like Mack. It was Monday, and Ms. (though she prefers "coach") Pines always sets aside Mondays for the mile run, which we have to do every week because our school sucks.
  Everybody was wearing their gym uniforms, red shorts and white shirts with a big bulldog on the chest and "LOCKWOOD" written in big, red letters under it. I had on my Nike sneakers and knee high white volleyball socks, and so did Mack.
  "Hey, Kylie!" I heard Evan shout and I groaned and rolled my eyes.
  "What?" I shouted over to where all the boys were grouped up.
  "Will you go out with me?" he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone.
  I pursed my lips and shook my head, squinting in the Georgia sunlight.
  "Are you sure?" he called again and I nodded.
  "Okay, keep thinking about it!" he yelled.
  "I'm not thinking about it!" I yelled.
  "Well you should start!" he exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.
  "He's right you know," Mack said, pulling her leg back so she kicked her own butt and I copied her.
  "About what?" I asked.
  "You should think about it," she said. "He's really sweet, he's good in school, and come on, look at him!" she added, gesturing.
  I looked over at him. Mack was right, he was good looking. His short sleeved gym shirt showed off his biceps, which were actually pretty impressive, and his hair was messed up. He took off his glasses to run, making it easier to see his big, brown eyes.
  "Looks aren't everything, Mack," I said.
  "But they're a good bonus," she said and I hesitated, then nodded in agreement. We both laughed.
  "Alright, people!" Coach yelled and blew her whistle. "Line up on the track. Ten laps equals one mile. On my whistle. Three, two," she blew on the whistle and we all started running.
  Mack took off in front of me. She's always been pretty fast. And I've always had horrible stamina when it comes to running. But, I wasn't the slowest person in the class so, whatever.
  "Hey!" Evan said as he ran up next to me.
  "Evan, leave me alone, I'm trying to concentrate," I said.
  "I can help if you want," he said, stepping in front of my and turning to run backwards. "It's like walking but fast."
  "Oh, ha ha, Mister Smart-Ass," I jabbed and tried to pass him but he jumped in front of me.
  "What do you want?" I asked.
  "To go on a date with you," he said with a smile.
  "I'd rather just stop running and get a zero for the day," I said and faked left, then juked him and ran right, passing him.
  When I finally finished my mile, I stopped and leaned against the fence that separated the track and football field from the bleachers and patio next to the concession stand.
  "You did it!" Evan exclaimed, jogging up to me. He hadn't really strayed far the whole time, so he had just finished too.
  "Yeah," I breathed with a nod, cause I was too exhausted to fight.
  "Yay!" he exclaimed and hugged me.
  "Ew, no, you're all sweaty," I told him, gently pushing him off.
  "Well, so are you!" he reminded me with a laugh.
  "Yet another reason you shouldn't touch me. Ever," I told him and he pouted.
  "Hey," Mack huffed as she ran up, pushing her sweaty bangs out of her face.
  "Aren't we cute together?" Evan asked, throwing his arm around me and pulling me tight against him. I tried pushing against him, to no avail.
  Mack smiled and said, "I think you would be an adorable couple if you didn't constantly piss her off."