Mariah and Holly came in and handed me my soda.
"Still feel sick?" They asked.
"Yep.. You guys go on ahead at school. I'll stay here. Alone. If UFO's come don't worry. I'll be alright." I sighed dramatically.
"No, no, no, no,no," Mariah hestitated.
"YOU, missy, are going to school with us. Late or not, we're going." Her tone surprised me.
She wasn't the type to take charge.
I brushed my teeth, took a shower, got dressed, and put a cap over my overly-frizzy hair. It took me two hours. I jumped at the fast knocking on my bathroom door. "HURRY UP AND STOP STALLING!" Holly scram in the door.
"HOLY CRAP, HOLLY. HOLD ON!"
I got out of the door and they both looked pleased.
I took a deep breath.
When I thought we were gonna take a leisurely stroll to school, they literally grabbed my wrists and we ran all the way to school! We got a dirty look from the people working in the office and a late slip as we all parted ways to out 3rd period.
I barged through the door.
Dammit. Wrong class. I was quit embarrassed as I ran to the classroom next-door.
"Poppy Adams," Mr.Martins promptly said, popping the "P".
"You, madam, are obviously late. Give me your slip." I handed it to him.
"I know you are never late, not counting.. the first day of school.."
The class let out a fit of giggles and I blushed remembering how lost I got on the first day that year.
"But why are you late..?"
Damn. What do I tell him? I got sick? Tossed the cookies? Uh. "I got sick, Mr.Martin.."
He nodded, deciding whether he believed me or not while motioning to my seat as he continued on with his boring lesson.
"You skipped class, Pops?" I heard from a the school's football captain, Mike Vernon, who was incredibly hot, witty, and a bit of a trouble maker.
"Uh... I said I got sick, didn't I?"
"You aren't a good liar."
"I'm not lying, you jackass." I retorted back as quietly as possible.
"whatever you say..."
Ugh. So dang cute...
A few minutes later I found a folded paper on my desk.
And what was it may you ask?
To my surprise it was Mr. Mike Vernon himself's number.
The. Mike. Vernon.
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The bell soon rang, and I saw the time. I groaned and saw it was 11:45, lunch.
I quickly got a water and a sprite from the vending machine and took a seat with Mari and Holly.
As soon as I sat they bombarded me with questions.. I think it was gibberish.
"One person at a time, please."
"MIKE ASKED YOU OUT?"
I shook my head. "What? Nooooo!!! He gave me his number though!" We all squealed as a few girls gave us the evil eye and flicked their hair as they turned around. They probably were one of the Mike-worshippers.
In the middle of our chatter, excited giggles, and (might I say) annoying squealing, the boys sat in front of us.
The chatter stopped as we saw them sit in front of us.
"The nerve.." Mari quietly mumbled so only me and Holly could hear.
it seemed like hours until Ty, of all people, piped up.
"So we heard Mike is your new boyfriend, Poppy.." He was stuttering.
"Why would you care?" Me and Holly spat in unison.
"That's what I heard.."
"What? Are you jealous or something?" I yelled at him.
"W-What? NO!" He said defensively.
"Oh, alright, Mr. We-had-absolutely-nothing-going-on! Forgot about yesterday when you were sucking on that slut's gross FACE in MY HOUSE!"
"OH, SO I'M THE JEALOUS ONE? REALLY, POPPY? REALITY CHECK."
I noticed how everyone in the cafeteria heard us and shut up.
"I... hate you. You jerk." And I did the unthinkable.
I poured my water on his head.
I heard oo's and people soon started back to asking each other.. what just happened?
I ran out.
The last thing I remember seeing as I ran out was Ty's face, and his shirt soaked in my backwash (yes, ew, but I was upset!!" water.
I walked home and saw Mike's number in my hand. I texted him.
You: Do you wanna have pizza with me tonight?
I didn't really expect him to reply, but I was secretly hoping he did.
My phone vibrated as I flopped on my bed.
Mike: Heard you got in a fight with your friend xD You are bad! I didn't think u had it in ya. I hope your doing ok, whatever he did, he deserved it. And alright. Palo's pizza at eight. I'll pick you up!
Okay. He was hot and everything, so I thought I should give him a chance. My heart did a tiny flip-flop and I realized I'd be fine.
I waited a minute and replied:
You: Sounds great, Mike. Paolo's it is... sorry about class today. You sure know how to piss someone off, you jerk xD Seeya tonight!
Almost immediately he replied
Mike: Alright, troublemaker. Seeya.
I'd be okay. I just knew it.
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