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I grabbed my backpack thanking class had ended; lunch was now. I was the kind of last out of the class even the teacher took off and ignored Luke. I feel like an idiot but it’s not like he was important. It was nerve racking that he was in line with me too. I tried what I could to pretend he wasn’t there but unfortunately it wasn’t what I planned. Quickly as possible, I searched for any place to get this guy from sitting with me. Normally, I would usually sit on my own but noting that Luke kid might bother coming up to me and insult my book, and me, I decided to sit near some teacher who didn’t mind.
I found a teacher and she had no intention to speak to me which when I looked back Luke frowned and walked off. Phew.
Lunch ended now so I slung over my bag and walked to chemistry.
Today we were going to learn about the photosynthesis of plants. I didn’t have him in that class. I was surprised that I felt depressed. I should be happy he wasn’t in my class expecting that I wasn’t. The subject on plants didn’t keep me distracted, too easy a seven year old kid can pass this class.
My next class was English and he wasn’t in their either. I loved reading books but I was still kept picturing Luke’s features. His beautiful green eyes were very memorizing; it was like he was one channel I couldn’t change or turn off, scribbling his name in my notebook so many times without even realizing it.
I don’t think I am going to survive this nightmare. He had saved my book and I appreciate it but he performed some poem that I was wicked. What guy really does that anyway? Boys make no sense. In my opinion, If they cheat on you, they should go to the pits of hell. They can either have one girlfriend or none. They will get caught no matter how long they kept the secret. Girls, if you find out they cheated don‘t go after the chick whose dating him. He made that decision to go behind your back so if the other chick yells at you, try telling her he‘s been fooling with both of you and go after him. Beat his ass or ask your guy friends to do it for you!
Besides, the more I thought about it the more I understood and felt like an idiot. Luke was probably nervous. He was a new kid here and his first day too. I smacked my head against the table. He probably thinks I’m despicable.
The bell rang at last. One more class to go.
My very last class of the day was Advance Dance. I went in the locker room and changed into my slacks, pulled my hair into a pony tail, and wore dance shoes.
Two girls who were in my first hour (with Luke) were glaring at me. They’re not any girls either they were the popular girls who ruled the school because they were the principle’s daughters.
As much I hated unwanted attention, I dislike them. Their names were Taylor and Tina Comers (Aka the trouble twins). They both look alike excepted one has yellow eyes with brown hair and the other has blond hair with brown eyes. I swear they could be ying and yang if one was actually nice. What’s even worse they were walking (floating: metaphorically) toward me leaving me blocked.
“Hey…”
“Ass Bud.” Did I mention they both finished both of their sentences too?
“Were warning you to stay away from Luke…” Taylor growled.
“Or else you’re going to regret you were ever born.” Tina mimics her sis.
“Yeah and someday were going to get married.” Giving my my most impression of a girly girl. “Now go back to where you came from. I don’t have time to waste my time with you both.”
“Why…”
“…You little bitch.” Hissing, they shove me against the wall, pounding the hell out of me. I knew I had bruises. I was knocked onto the ground, now wishing they hurry up and get tired.
If I could beat them up now, I’ll be trampled down next time for sure. Not just them either. I’m actually stronger than them; however, I’ll be tormented by their group next time. I didn’t like being weak but I rather swallow my pride and survive their wraith. I was about to get punched again until we all heard a locker slam. We all glanced at the direction it was coming from then it came from the opposite direction. Chills came down my spine.
Then it came closer and the twins were looking at each other wide eye. The next slam was right next to me and it made all of us jump. The girls let go of me. All the lockers were slamming and I was speechless. They must have thought I was a ghost because they ran, yelling, “You… Freak!” The movement stopped after they took off.
I was scared but I still asked. “Hello?” No answered.
“Anyone there?” Silence.
The bell rang. I stood up and felt really sore. The bright side was they weren’t going to be near me ever again and I wasn’t broken. A smile came to my lips and thanked my savior (even if it was a ghost).
I ended limping in class and the dance teacher, Ms. Gomez helped me sit down. She asked me what happened. I lied saying I twisted my ankle and bruised my cheek from the fall. She didn’t buy it; however she said to take it easy for today. I didn’t even glance at the dancers. I closed my eyes wondering how this could get any worse for me. Class started and everyone was on their own dance routine.
Twenty minutes later the class had ended early. Then, I had that feeling someone was in front of me. I didn’t open my eyes. I was afraid I was going to get threaten again. Oh Luke. I’m sorry. I kept repeating over and over.
“Hey.”
Speak of the devil. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know whose voice that was (The only deep Italian voice).
I kept my eyes closed. Afraid, 1: he might make fun of me, 2: start glaring at me again, or 3: both. I felt really ashamed of feeling this way.
When I didn’t answer or opened my eyes, I felt one finger tilt my head up. I had that electric feeling again. Suddenly, I jumped to my feet which didn’t help. Before you know it, the pain to my left leg made me fall (head first).
I really thought I was going to fall face first until Luke caught me and held to his body. So close that I felt his warmth. His heartbeat was a little off like my mine was doing right now. That tiny spark turned huge through my body. I was deeply turning red all over my face. I pushed him away immediately and saw a confused look and a hint of sadness into his green eyes.
Clearly, he looked a hurt then composed his face to a smooth emotionless look again. “Are you alright?” He asked almost neutral now.
“Yeah I’m fine.” My emotion was sadness but it was because I practically shoved him off me.
“Now if you excuse me,” his voice was cold as ice (That meant never see me again).
Oh lord why is this happening to me?
