Chapter Twenty-seven
I strode up the halls of Tomas River, tissue in one hand (barely had enough time to get over my forty-eight hour cold), book bag slouched on the dip in my shoulder and Ivy by my side. She was really the only one who I told about the Andrew thing and she made me realize that he could possibly be the reason why I got sick in the first place.
-1 point for Andrew.
Let me rephrase that sentence, -50 points for Andrew.
Dang cold.
Ivy was going on and on about her and Liam’s problems, which I disagree strongly against all fighting with the two. I mean, they are the perfect couple; their hands both like fit perfect with the other one and you know, when they kiss or whatever I’m sure they hear Miranda Cosgrove singing some random song from her sound track.
…I really shouldn’t have bought that CD.
She flipped off of my arm, putting herself right in front of her locker. She slipped off her light pink book bag, allowing all of her books cased in the fabric to rumble in between the seams. She moved the knob to her combo, turning and backtracking her wrist so the dial would go the opposite direction.
“So how’s your cold?” She questioned, scattering all of her jackets out on the floor in front of her.
Was that my leather jacket?
Why must all my friends steal my clothing?
“Eh!”
“Still sickly.” I said, very preschool like; that is if preschoolers can talk.
Well in my mom’s point of view, ‘only preschoolers who will go to Harvard or Yale can talk when they were in preschool.’
Did my mom go to Harvard or Yale?
Nope.
Why was she pressuring me to?
Take that up with her; I’m not talking to her any longer.
Ivy closed her locker, not even noticing the loose fabric that dangled out of the bottom and then shuffled back to me.
“I heard Tanner skipped school to see you!” She shrieked, making my migraine grow.
I just nodded, not knowing what to say to her about that subject. Well, other than me and him has been a ‘thing’ for quite some time now. Maybe I should tell her, I mean Tanner probably already told half the student body; or half the student body caught us together for every waking second. Even then we were together; in our dreams.
Creepy I know.
“Ivy I should tell you something.” I say, bringing her to a halt.
“Maybe I should tell her.” A voice says loudly, bringing all attention to our conversation.
Great.
Though the fact that in a couple seconds everyone will know about me and Tanner, but the fact that my worst enemy here at Tomas River High was about to announce it.
Yeah, you guessed it.
There stood Taylor Harper, thin and wearing a skimpy black-wait does that go against the school’s hem line rules?
Sure as heck does.
Her black tank top that went above her belly button (yeah, I know) which was pierced, her slim-to-none white shorts that went well above her finger tips and her hair tied up in a bun; which I couldn’t help to notice was tied with a silly band.
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