You And Me- Fireafy (DISCONTINUED)

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I changed my mind I know this sucks

*Beep*

*Beep*

*Bee-*

*Smack*

Ugh, I have to go to school. I slip on my shoes and put on a plaid green shirt with a light caramel brown jacket.

I run to school in a dash with a piece of toast in my mouth. 

"Where are you In such a rush?

"ugh, what does it look like? I'm heading to school."

"Well then hurry up!"

"Aren't you meant to be working?"

"It's my day off, besides I hate going to work. People hate me because they think I'm gonna choke them."

"If looks could kill. Well, I'm on my way bye!"

"Alright, Bye!"

 I finally make it in time before class starts, a little early I think. I hear murmurs everywhere around me.

"Look! It's the murder"

Everyone screams as if they were mocking and making fun of me. It's as if they wanted me to feel ashamed. I walk to my locker feeling down. If I could I would kill them all.

"Leafy?"

"HUh. oh Uhm sorry, I spaced out."

"Hey don't let them get to you, okay?" Said Coiny with Pin beside him.

"Thanks, I gotta get to theater, bye!"

"Oh, you take theater class?"

"Yeah, I signed up."

"Cool! maybe you can do a play for us."

"Nice talking to you leafy!"

"Okay, Bye!"

I walk to my class and freeze in my steps. I see firey. Why would he be here? Out of everyone he's here! Questions flood my head as I felt my cheeks warm up and turn a bright red.

"Ah! You must be Leafy Evergreen, the new student, have a seat."

I sit in my chair and guess what! he's right there, NEXT TO HIM HAHA. Ha-

"Uh are you okay." I switch my mood looking beside me and see him.

His Flamey hair and tan skin wanted to make me drool.

"Oh Uh sorry." My face probably looked insane since my pupils became smaller and I was breathing heavily.

As class went by I stare at my pencil and get carried away in a wave of thoughts. if only I can replace that thought. 

I felt a slight tap on my left shoulder which caused me to turn beside me. 

"Huh-"

"Are you listening?"

"No."

I turn my head back and start to pay attention. I basically wrote every word he spoke. Literally.

After I left class I heard some whispers. Voices fill my mind as I walk to my home room class with Mr. Four. I hate math. I take my seat.

"Hey Leafster!"

"Hey gelatin."

"Stop talking."

"Sorry," I whisper.