Taste The Back Of My Palm

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POV: Sofia
As I said that he gasped. I don't usually swear I get it, but it's not that weird. Other tables have started staring and my cheeks, ears, and neck were going red. Not just from embarrassment, but from anger. How could he say something like that.

"Wow one and a half days and she already has you swearing." He said rolling his eyes clapping, looking at Eliot. She walked up beside me and crossed her arms. "You seam delightful Brady. It's soooo very nice to meet you." She said narrowing here eyes with a fake smile on her face. Then she muttered "asswipe", but not quite enough because he heard.

"What'd you call me!" He yelled at her. He rushed even closer getting in her face. "Ass. Wipe." She said slowly, like she was talking to a toddler. He breathed in and back up. Then he brought his arm out like he was going to hit her. She blocked him, and took her own hand and slapped him with the back of her hand. He seethed, sniffled holding where he was slapped. That'll definitely be red later. "What the fuck is wrong with you dude!" She said. His eyes widened at that. People were saying things like "oh my god did he try to slap her!?" "What just happened?" "Did I see that right?!" And other sorts of things along that line.

POV: Eliot

I let out a big huff then walked out of the lunch room. I could hear Sofia following but I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to leave.

I rushed to my locker and grabbed my stuff. I started going to the front doors then bumped into someone. He dropped his stuff, and he scrambled to pick it up. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said frowning. "Your sorry? I should be the one saying that." I said rubbing my temples. I looked up and saw a tall boy. He was conventionally attractive. Had gray blue eyes, dark drown fluffy hair, and a nice smile. Oh also I could see his abs through his shirt. I guess that's kinda important. "It's alright. It seems like you've had a rough day." He half smiles. Do I look that bad.

"You leaving school early?" He asked tilting his head. "Uh yeah. Kinda slapped someone and I don't want to deal with the consequences of my own actions." I said pursing my lips nodding. "Blunt. Like it." He said laughing. I smiled at that. "Well see you around then. I'm Eliot by the way." I said walking towards the door waving. "Max." He said with a singing wave walking the opposite direction as me.

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I walked home and as I got to the door I thought about this. My dad will be very very mad at me. So I prepare myself mentally and walk through the door. I walk through to find no one. Okay! I lock the door and head upstairs. I plop down on my bed and think about it more. That means he'll hear the story from the school. And Brady. Oh no. This is actually bad. Whatever, no going back.

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A couple hours later I heard the front door open, and some talking. Andrew started home because he had a doctors appointment. He had to get the yearly shots and shit. He isn't good with shots, so my dad lets him stay home the whole day. I hear walking up to my room, and I prepare myself again. The door opens and it's just Andrew. "How's it go Andyyyy?" I said teasing him. "Fine. I only cried a little." He said looking away. "Did you get a lollipop?" I said smirking. "Yea actually." He said pulling a brown tootsie pop out of his pocket. "Ooo I want." I said and we started arguing over it, though I know he deserves it more. I'm just messing with him. My dad knocked on the door frame of the open door, with a stern look on his face. "Can we talk. I'm private." He said. Andrew knew it wasn't a question and left. Now I'm alone. Great.

Hellooo. Have y'all ever gotten a stern talking to form ur parents. They aren't fun huh. Well hopefully he'll let her tell her side and be understanding of the whole situation. I'm sure he will. Ok but isn't Brady a dickhead. Maybe I'll make the girls kill him, who knows.
Anyyywayyyysssss....
Stay hydrated, happy, and healthy
Love, Goosey <3

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