Chapter 7
A Week.
After that day, I pretended like nothing happened, like I didn't attempt and I wasn't hugged by Julian. I wonder why he was in a hoodie during summer...
It's the last day of school. I'm in gray jeans, a baggy black tee and a zip up gray hoodie to hide the blemishes that haunted my arms. My sneakers thump against the tiles of a hallway, navy lockers etched on the trimmed walls. No one even looks at me, not even a rapid glance. My backpack is dark crimson, it's weight heaved on my shoulders. My black hair cascades down onto the red backpack, tickling my neck.
I see Julian at his longer, his arm wrapped around a girl's waist. I slow down, almost stopping in my tracks. It was a blue-eyed blondie with curves in all the right places, a perfectly svlete waist and rosy lips ever so plump and soft. I wish I looked like her. She was in a skin-tight pink tank top and a white mini skirt. I was surprised that she hadnt been dresscoded, then again she was gorgeous. Teachers must like the view, I suppose.
Julian gives me a small smile, the girl too. The girl however, seemed to force it among her lips. Just looking at her made me feel sick to my stomach, I smiled back, weakly.
I pick up my feet and continue walking, my first class is "Buisness" with Mrs. Tellern
And Julian. Julian Hellen Marvenson
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