The Pieces

Chapter 9

I was in my last class of the day, French.

I was sitting in the back of the class with my eyes slitted like a cat, because I was seated by Sam.

And he would not shut up.

I had tried excuse after excuse, "I need to take notes," or "I need to focus," but he was not having that.

"Then I told her that she couldn't bring a cake because the security guards would have to check it first, and that would just-" I cut Sam off from his imaginary prison memories.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I clapped my hand over his mouth. "I do not care about cakes, or prison, or your ex girlfriend. Shut up!"

He held back his hands as to say "Sorry bro, I'm backing off now!"

I took my hand away. Slowly though, wouldn't want any noise leaking out.

Sam opened his mouth and I gave him an official Ice Queen glare. He closed it, held his hands in the air, and spewed "Dang girl, I was just gonna apologize!"

I smiled evilly and returned to my paper. There's a reason people don't like me.

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Sam was counting down seconds until the bell rang. He started five minutes ago.

I applaud you for your dedication, Sam.

"3, 2, 1!" He yelled, causing the teacher to say "Come here, Sam. You're staying after class." He pouted, and moved to hug me.

"No!" I pushed him away and he just wrapped his branch-like arms around me.

"Adios, Skye-kins!" He winked at me, then turned to the teacher.

Ugh. Sam smell.

I walked out of the class and ran straight into a hard chest. More like shoulder though, because I was pretty tall.

I stumbled, but no, I didn't fall like in the cliche romance novels.

He put his hand on my shoulders to steady me, and then I realized that it was the clumsy guy in front of the office.

"Watch where you're going, clumsy. We wouldn't want a repeat you falling flat on your butt, now would we?" I smirked, narrowing my eyes a bit.

He opened his mouth a little in shock, but smoothly shut it and blurted "At least I don't go around flaunting myself over countertops."

"Excuse me, what?" I asked, legitimately confused.

"Nothing. Sorry I bumped into you, Skye." He smiled, then made a move to walk away.

"Hey wait," I smacked his shoulder and asked again "What do you mean by 'flaunting myself'?"

"You know, parading around in that tight little thing that you call a skirt. I'm just going to warn you, if you want to ward off boys, don't ever wear that again." he smirked and walked away.

Did he just admit that he was attracted to me in that skirt?

Alright, day number one. I already have a pervy stalker who knows my name on my trail. Well I know who to stay away from.

Isn't high school just the dandiest?
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I walked away from Skye, smirking happily. I like her. She's mean and sarcastic, but for some reason, I feel like she's really cool and fun on the inside.

Dang, I've got it bad.

I stood by the French classroom, waiting for Sam. He walked out, looking around until he came and hung his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey, cute thing, what are we doing today?" He asked flirtatiously.

I rolled my eyes at this. "Sam. How many times have I told you that I'm not gay?"

"Not enough, actually." Sam laughed. "It's been so long since you've had a girlfriend, I'm starting to think you are. But Sand-" I cut him off.

"Stop. Please." I pleaded. " Anyway, let's go talk you your new friend!"

"Skye?! Yes, let's go bother her!" He squealed excitedly.
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We were sitting in Skye's room, waiting for her to get out of her room.

"Skyeeeee! Hurry it up!"

She opened the door with a box in arm. "When did you guys get here?" She scrunched up her face in confusion.

"You shouldn't leave your door unlocked. Anyway, I came to introduce you to my boyfriend." Sam smiled casually.

"Hey! I am not your boyfriend!" I shouted. "He's my friend."

"Umm, I'm not against that stuff, chill." She smirked, teasing me.

"Why does everyone think I'm gay?!"
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That's it for today, everyone! :P