Chapter One

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by tawogtrash

by tawogtrash

~ Dominique's POV ~

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO GET UP!" I screamed at my brother.
"Too bad!" He said as he ran out the door. Good thing he did because I probably would've slapped that smirk right off his face. Wait, would've. I would have slapped him.

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"Domi! School bus!" My mom yelled down the hall.
"I'm coming!" Damn was she impatient.
I ran down the hall and grabbed by backpack, just giving me enough time to glance in the mirror. Same as every other day. Messy braid, freckled mess, a little mascara, and chap stick. I ran outside the garage door then got on the bus.
"Last time I'm waiting for you, missy." Said the bus driver. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the back of the bus, next to Christian. "Hey." I said while smiling slightly.
"Yo."
"So... Our flipagram convo...."
"I was just pouring out my feelings."
"Oh. Yeah."
The night before had had called me beautiful and said I was his 'relationship type'.
Chris and I had barely talk the whole bus ride until we finally arrived and I sprinted off to my locker.
I grabbed my Social Studies and binder and text book and walked off to room 905.
The. Worst. Class. Ever.
"Miss Dean."
I looked up at Mr. Everest, my teacher.
"Detention."
"For what?!" I said a little too loud as I slammed my books on the desk.
The bell rung.
"Being late." He said. I was going to argue but there was no point.

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I was walking to detention when Christian ran up to me.
"Hey. I'm sorry for my loss of words."
I'm just going to say that he struck me surprised.
"Nah. It's fine. I'm the convo starter anyways."
"True." He said, shrugging. "But I should've talked."
"Dude. It's fine." I shot him one of my you-know-I-don't-put-up-with-shit looks.
"Okay. So where are you going?"
"Just detention."
"Oh. Mr. Everest?"
"Who else?!" I said. Mr Everest is the only teacher to ever give me a detention.
He didn't look surprised. "Want me to come?"
"No. It's fine."
"Kay. Whatevs. Tell him to suck ass."
"Sure, Chris."

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Vvvvt, vvvvt. My phone vibrated. I picked it up and glanced at the text

From: Christian
Hey beautiful.

Oh shit, I thought. I hated when he called me that. It wasn't the word. It was just the feeling that I got when he made me feel special. It was.... Fuzzy. A fuzzy feeling.

To: Christian
Hey bro

From: Christian
Wanna come over for pancakes tomarrow?

To: Christian
Sure. Where?

From: Christian
My treehouse.

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