All a game
After English the next two classes went by so slow, and all I could think about was detention with Mark. It was going to be hell, 10x worse than just school.
As I was walking down the hall I saw my friend Jenna. "Hey J do you have lunch?" I yelled down the hall. "Ya I do." a voice said from behind me. As soon as I knew who it was I replied turning around "I'm not talking to you Ballas." "Well I'm just letting you know how lucky you are to have lunch with an amazing person like me." he replied.
"Why would I want to see you more than I have too. We already have detention together today." I said back.
"Great then I'll see you then babe." Mark said.
"Never call me that again!" I said angrily looking at him. "Oh come on you know you want me to." He smirked. "If you want to keep your head on your body I suggest you don't call me that again." I said sassily and walked away to catch up with Jenna.
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Jenna and I walked into the cafeteria together and the smell of burnt fries and raw meat overtook the room.
"Ugh." I sighed. "I just hate the smell in here today." "Same." Jenna replied. "Do you want to eat outside?" She asked. "Sure, let me just get a water first." I replied.
I quickly went into the lunch room and got inline to pay. As I was standing there I saw someone go in front of me. "Um excuse me I was here first." I said. And then Derek turned around and smirked "Oh sorry Wit didn't see you there." I just gave him a dirty look.
"Aye, Derek what's up man. How've you been?" Mark says from behind me with a couple of other guys, walking I front of me and going next to Derek. "Are you serious you guys just saw each other like two hours ago." I sighed. "Well guys got to catch up on what's going on within the past couple of hours you know, like any girlfriends and stuff." Mark replied.
"Man whores." I said under my breath.
"Excuse me, what did you just call me." Mark said. "You know exactly what I just called you." I laughed. "Ya but don't call me it again." He replied. I heard a couple of Ooo's from Mark's friends. "Don't tell me what to do." I said lightly hitting his arm. "Ohh snap." Artem, Mark's friend said. After I had realized I touched Mark I quickly wiped my hand on my pants, "Ew gross." I said, payed for my water and walked out.
I quickly rushed out of the lunch room, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. I heard a couple of whistles as I ran through the lunch room, from half of the boys I passed by, and met Jenna outside.
Along with Jenna, Lindsay, Brittany, Peta, and Brooklyn were already there.
"What took you so long?" Peta asked. "Ugh" I sighed, "Mark, Derek you know, their crew." "You mean the people that just sat behind you." Brittany said. I quickly turned around and sighed.
"Oh hey Carson, you dropped your phone when you were running away from me." Mark said. I quickly checked my pocket for my phone and it wasn't there. "Where?" I asked nervously. "In the lunch line but don't worry I got it for you." Mark smirked "Here catch." And before I could react Mark tried to throw my phone to me, but failed.
It wasn't even close to me but as soon as I tried to get it it landed right in Brooklyn's soup and soup splattered all over me. Everyone gasped, "Oh. My. God! You did that on purpose!" I yelled and threw my open water at him.
"Oh you want to place that game huh!" Mark said back, and threw his pasta at me. I screamed, "How dare you!" And grabbed what was left of Brooklyn's soup and splashed it on him. "Oh it's on now!" Mark yelled back, and a full on food fight began.
We started throwing all of our food at each other, and when we ran out we grabbed more. Anybody that walked by we would just take their food.
Finally when Mark squirted a juice box on me we got stopped. "You two, go to the office now!" Mr. Ryan our gym teacher yelled at us.
Now completely covered in food we trudged our way to the office. "This is all you fault." I said to Mark. "My fault, if anything it's your fault." He replied. "Ya, okay." I said back.
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Sorry for not updating a lot. My grandpa died recently and it's been really hard so I'll try to update asap.
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All a game
FanfictionWhat if professional dancers Witney Carson and Mark Ballas weren't professional dancers. What if they were not famous at all. What if they were in high school. Witney Carson is head cheerleader, basically the queen bee but she doesn't act like it. W...