Chapter Two

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" You and Kevin, huh?" Claire is the first I tell everything and she's my biggest supporter. I mean she's been my best friend since middle school.

I have my arms crossed and legs crossed and spread on the corner of the table.
I nod with a happy grin.

" That was so unexpected?"
" Exactly."
Kevin approaches our table and sits next to me.
" We agreed to keep it a secret." He says, " Only between close friends."
Claire nods.
Claire starts going on how happy she is that we're dating and that we're the perfect match.
And that's what I feel something hot on my waist, BURN ME.

" WHAT THE FUCK?"
" I'm sorry." This stupid new sophomore from that private school dropped I don't know hot chocolate on me?
" Who the hell has hot chocolate, in middle of this summer?"
" Well it's not like you have clothes on, anyway." We shrugs. Even his apology wasn't very apologetic.
It gets me vexatious, and I'm about get up but Kevin holds my arm and shakes his head.
And that ruthless insolent kid still did not spare any mercy.
" You dress like a prostitute."
" You look like a cunt." I spit back.
Kevin still has a hold of my arm, stopping me from kicking this child's ass.
After he leaves Claire claims to know him.
It's her senior hallway crush's brother, Sean.
An over-smart tard.
" Let's get you a change of clothes." Kevin offers.
He gives me his jacket, and Claire wipes off the chocolate on my jeans.

I do this silly dance with his jacket on, and he giggles. I lock eyes with Trevor again and it's embarrassing.
Just how it was a few classes ago.

Trevor holds my waist and Jasmine flowers fall on us, the ground and everywhere.
He brings me closer, and a flower falls right between us, he picks it up and places it in my hair.
It doesn't take seconds after that for him to put his lips on mine.
We fall on the grass when his tongue slides inside.
" Ember?"
" Ember?"

" EMBER!"
I'm instantly startled,
" Dreaming in class?" The coach throws a tennis ball on me.

I lock eyes with Trevor, he's laughing at me.





" Sean is actually a nice person."
Claire says, " You guys just got off the wrong foot."

" Hot chocolate? Prostitution?" I scoff, " fuck no."

" He invited me over to his house and and I saw his brother without a shirt!"

I swear if she doesn't stop talking I'm gonna gag.

" Stop talking, I'm trying to do some push ups."

" How many have you done so far?"
" a hundred fifty six. Fifty seven, fifty eight..."
Claire is silent for a few seconds and then she starts spitting again.
" Sean's brother has abs."

" Does Sean's brother have a name?" I inquire.
" Yeah, his name is Seth."

I continue pushing my arms and waist when this girl approaches us.
She has abs, black silky hair and unique and pretty facial features.
" You go to Primedale, right?"
I stand up, my arms feel so sore.
" unfortunately yeah."
" I know I've seen you, I'm a new freshman there."
Claire greets her and feds the silky girl with her lame jokes.
I start with my crunches. The conversation is a vague to me but the dirt just reaches my ears.
" Joanna is my cousin."

I get up and leave. I can feel Claire holding the urge to stop me.
As I walk away I see Joanna.
She spots me, she smirks at me.
She takes her shirt off and rubs her abs.
I roll my eyes and make this disgusted face.
I have the keys to Claire's car so I hop on the driving seat.
I transfer her some money online, with a caption " take a cab."

I think about the dream I had yesterday in class.
How naive he looked when he looked into my eyes.
I wanna say he's obviously attracted to me but I'd sound like I'm full of myself.
He does flirt with a lot of girls or that's what I hear.

My phone rings, I expect Kevin or Claire but it's Helen.
" Hey."
" Yo Trevor got suspended."

" For what?" I chortle.
" He called Joanna a slut."

Joanna is the daughter of our school principal, she's a brat.
She's a Regina George wanna be.
She's daddy's little girl. Trust me, if I was finically supported, I'd move Schools.

I never minded her, Until she started to interfere in my life.
But I rather not talk about that.

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