Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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I'm going to be fucking late.
I woke up to alarm only to realize that it was going off for about 30 minutes, so now i'm rushing.
Scratching the eyeliner, I only put on lashes and lipgloss before throwing my hair into a messy bun with a scarf.
I grabbed an apple before running out the house, seeing Roger parked out front. I jumped in the car and immediately yanked my seatbelt on as he sped off.
He gave me a look through the review mirror as I fixed my lipgloss in a small mirror. I glared and narrowed my eyes at him.
"Don't. Say. A. Word." I warned, he chuckled before looking at the road.
As I got out the car I heard the bell rang, I checked the time to see that it was the late bell. I sighed.
Now I have to go to get a late pass.
I opened the classroom door and suddenly all eyes were on me. My Calculus teacher, Ms. Smith, sighed and took my late slip.
"Nice of you to join us, Miss Jackson," She said sarcastically. My back was to her so I rolled my eyes before slumping down on the seat.
I looked at Andrew who had a teasing glint in his eyes, I playfully glared at him. He showed me the warm up I missed and I began to write it down as Ms. Smith began the lesson.
Later
4th period came around and I saw in my seat writing down ideas for the project.
I'm not surprised that Kayson isn't here, since he's apparently known for skipping class.
I just sat quietly in my seat with my headphones on with a notebook on my lap while my knee were half way to my chest.
From the corner of my eye I see the chair next to me move and I looked up to see Kayson glaring at the door. Mr. Wollard was talking with Mrs. Adams, and Kayson never stopped glaring at him.
When Mr. Wollard looked at him he grinned and waved before walk out.
I looked at Kayson, he looked beyond pissed. He clutched and unclutched his fists, I subconsciously scooted away from him.
He noticed and looked at me, before sighing deeply and putting his headphones over his head and tucking his face between his folded arms on the desk.
Oh okay.
My eyes linger on him for a couple more seconds, before turning back to the notebook in front of me. I turn my music up before I continue to jot down my ideas.
