Do You Remember Me?

Capter 8 >.<

Tras Vetscha!

That is russian for hello, but I spelled it wrong. I don't know cyrillic...

Anywhooo... here is chapter eight, I'm sorry it took so long, thank you for waiting, blah blah, blah, etc...

For some reason it wans't letitng me upload, but it FINALLY worked, so enjoy!

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CHAPTER EIGHT

                The next morning, I missed my alarm (twice), accidentally spilled a glass of water all over my bed, hit my head on the edge of the shower door, ripped my favorite skirt, and tripped coming down the stairs. Incidentally, I was almost an hour late for school. It was raining. I had to wear my least favorite dress. (PIC)  Nick did not wait for me. Figures.

                Stasha was waiting, though. She was standing outside the school, bright green umbrella in hand, looking unusually pleased about that fact that she was standing in a deserted courtyard in the rain. I hurried up to her.

                "Nice umbrella. What class are you supposed to be in?" I ask her. She just laughs and shrugs her shoulders.

                "Who cares? I'll fail it anyways. "

                "How the hell are you gonna graduate?"

                "Summer school. I was already signed up for this years courses about, oh, two years ago." I followed her into the mostly empty lobby. A teacher passed us on her way to the office, but she barely glanced our way. This school sure was easy!

                "Hey! It's cool. Skipped class? Us, too." Madeline came up to us, followed by "Moan", who was gazing at her in a particularly disgusting way.

                "Yep. But I'm going to third hour... Ivy and I have Henington." Stasha told her.

                "Huh? How did you know that? We have that same schedule?" Stasha elbowed me gently.

                "No, dork. I hacked into your school account and changed some of my classes to match yours. That way we can be late together." She said the last bit in a gooey way, smiling at me sarcastically.

                "So you fail all your classes, yet you can hack into the school system?" I asked her.

                "It's super easy! I'll show you sometime." Madeline groaned and interrupted her.

                "Okay- it's not easy. Stasha 's smart, you know? She hacks. Computers, that is. It's her thing. 'Sides painting." She told me.

                "Really? You can just change your grades or something that way, can't you?" I asked Stasha. She blushed and looked down.

                "Babe. Can we go back to the, um... closet now?" Moan interrupts. He glances sideways at Madeline.

                "Oh DEAR LORD." Stasha monotones.

                "Well, see you. Later." The happy couple leave us, Moan pulling Madeline into him as they stumble down the hall.

                "Are they always like that?" I ask Stasha.

                "Pretty much. Ever since Nathan asked Madeline out in, like, 8th grade. Well, he didn't actually ask her out. He just walked up to her one day and kissed her. And she kissed back. And they are STILL KISSING." She replies.