Chosen

4

In the lunch break I sat for myself. I don't know where Meghan was, I looked for her everywhere. When Noah came over and sat next to me, things started to get a little weird:" Hi Noah, do you know where Meghan my friend is? She was in the bus we missed and I haven't seen her since." He grabbed both of my shoulders making us sit in an uncomfortably position and said with a little panic in his voice: "are you sure she was in that bus?" I nodded my head in response.
"Oh my gods Natalie I don't want you to go anywhere near that girl ever again do you hear me?"
" What is the problem Noah? Did something happen to the bus? To Meghan? Something I should know? "
He looked at me like I had grown another head and whispered so only I could hear it: "Meghan is dangerous and you need to listen to me. Don't go close to her. Okay? Can you do that? Just to keep your distance and never talk to her again. That could save your life "
When the words dawned to me, looked at him with a expression that screamed: who the f*** do you think you are? And pulled away from his arms.Then I hissed:  "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I've known Meghan since first day at school, and I trust her with my life.  Don't come here and think you can control me just because I was nice to you once. Or twice." I stood up from the chair, and looked at him with disgust and walked away.  I could hear my name got shouted across the room,  but I didn't care. Who did he think he were? I was so busy thinking about things Noah said, that I didn't saw a guy who was standing by a locker, and I bumped right into him, even though there was a lot of space on the hallway.  He let out a shriek and jumped back causing his books to fly out of his arms. When I saw his facial expression,  I giggled.  He looked like a dear caught in the headlights of a car. When he relaxed a bit, he saw I giggled at him, and walked a bit threatening towards me. I quickly stopped giggling, and looked up at him in shock when he only stood a couple of centimeters away from me and said in a low dark whisper:  "why did you do that?" And a second later my head was pushed into his armpit and he messed up my hair with his hand. Now it was my time to shriek. I fought hard to get out of his iron grip,  it just didn't seem to be enough. When he finally let go and looked at me,  he started laughing.  He continued to laugh, now just with a hand in his stomach and the other hand, he used to point at me. Or, my hair.

Butthole.

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Why do you think Noah said that about Meghan? Do you believe him?
Do you think that guy is a butthole too?
Thank you for reading my book, I try my hardest to make it a bit mysterious, even though it might be "crappy-mysterious" :p
Anyways, I love you few people that read this book I really appreciate all of you..  ;) (And that probably didn't make any sense at all, but,  whatever..  :p )

-becca