Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Andre|

*One Day Prior To Thanksgiving

I walked to school, head down. I knew Thanksgiving was a load of shlit. What did I have to be thankful for? My clothes, my music and my friends. The wind whipped my thick gray hoodie against my face. God, I hate November weather. "Window Shopper" by 50 Cent was coursing through my headphones, and I was grateful because:

A. It's a guilty pleasure
B. It's keeping my ears out of the coming cold
C. It gives me an excuse not to talk to anyone when I get to school

I got on school grounds, the multicolored dead leaves crunching underneath my off brand shoes. I got a few stares from the popular girls. I rolled my eyes.

On my way into the packed school, Gabriella Ortega (Adande's old girlfriend) ran up to me. She's kinda freaky, always trying to stalk me. Trying to ask me shlit about Adande, as if I'd know.

"Hey Andre, could you tell Adande that I still want to be friends? I mean, he's so cute and everything and I just can't live without him and-"

"Whatever. Sure." I said, cutting her off. She asked this every time we talked. I walked down the crowded hallways, looking for one person, and one person only. Hailie.

A lengthy, hay colored ponytail covering a navy cardigan confirmed it was her. I'd grown to like her, a lot. Up close, Hailie proved to be beyond cute. With those massive cobalt eyes, long blonde hair, delicate facial features and volleyball player body, she was hot, beautiful even. Also, her personality is awesome, probably one of the best.

I touched her back lightly, Marjorie'Ann Chandler turning around and staring at me with her jade eyes cold and pissed. I rolled my eyes and asked her to come aside. Arielle ooed and I brushed it off.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked, toting books for Science.

"Yo, my boy Adande is having a party at his place and I promised to show you to him. You in?"

"I don't know. Text me the location and time and I'll see." She said, slipping me a piece of paper from her binder with a scrawled number on it. A mischievous look in her eyes and a smile on her red lips, she turned around.

I knew I was blushing, but I couldn't help it. Why does she have to be so perfect? Turning away from her, I decided to go to class today. Even though I'd have a thousand pounds of homework, I considered it best to go. After all, how was I going to get the diploma I strived for?

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Last class of the day and I'm exhausted. I copied some homework from one of my homegirls, Julianne and took a quiz I'd "missed". I knew Adande was going to kill me, seeing as I didn't come behind the gym, watch him drink alcohol and talk about music or hot girls. I entered Hailie's contact information, using the "West Side" selfie she took on my phone with me as her contact picture during the last class which was English, and we didn't do squat in English. Ever.

The final bell exploded through the hall way and everyone poured out to go to either their after school activities, to go smoke outside or to go home. I'm the ladder, going home since it took twenty minutes to walk.

Adande and another guy I recognized as Kaiden Briggis. Kaiden's white, other than Hailie the only white guy I hang out seriously. He's got short cut blonde hair and brown eyes and an illegal tattoo on his back of his long time girlfriend, Ashlee Winston (who's on his arm now). I dated Ashlee sophomore year, after she shattered her Catholic good girl image.