Tara's POV
"WHAT?" Rose and I both reacted.
"I mean.. GOOD. You better be," she added with pride.
"See? it worked!!" She whispered with cheer to me.
*PHONE BEEPING*
We three looked at each other, wondering whose phone was it.
"It's not mine.." Rose pouted after she checked hers.
I quickly reached mine from my pocket. "Me neither."
"Maybe it's yours Nathan.." I pointed to his bag.
"But I don't have a phone" He shrugged.
*BEEP BEEP!*
"Oh.. Wayne said.. he bought a new phone earlier." Rose remembered.
He removed the strap of his knapsack and unzipped his bag, then reached for the cellphone.
"Who's callin'?" I asked curiously, tilting my head.
"It says here.. Mark Smith" He responded, just staring at his phone.
"It's our classmate from afternoon class.. " Rose spoke.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Pick it up!" I said hurriedly.
He slid the screen and put the phone to his right ear...
"What?"
"No. I- I don't understand you.." He responded to the other line, "Wayne's not here.." He added then turned around.
"CAN YOU JUST F*CKING-----"
He stopped talking suddenly...
Rose and I looked at each other with worried faces. After the brief silence, he chuckled unexpectedly then burst into a laugh. Our reaction was honestly indescribable.
I quickly grabbed his shoulder to face us.
Huh! Of course, his eyes were lighter...
explains the sh*tty confusion here
"Wayne?" I whispered then stepped back, quite shocked, and stood next to Rose.
"I hate it when he does that" She whispered.
"Okay dude.. I'll talk to you soon." He hung up. "Woah hey guys! I didn't see you there!" He ruffled our hairs and grinned.
"Umm.."
"Well, you did.. just a while ago" Rose cut me off.
"What are you talking about? I think I just got here" He chuckled a bit.
Darn it Rose, just stop being obvious.
Out of nowhere, Mr. Tyler approached us, carrying a big box. "Finally saw you guys!" He smiled (the killer smile omg).
"I thought I told you to come back at the classroom after 5 minutes?" He added then put down the box and stretched his strong arms..
GOSH the biceps says it all!
"Anyway, I already distributed the baby dolls to your other classmates!" He said, putting his hands on his waist, glancing to us one by one.
"Where's ours sir?" Rose asked politely.
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Teen FictionAlters - there are lots of definition behind this small word. But for this story, it would be one complicated thing, especially to a 17-year-old girl who happened to be involved in a guy's life who insanely has two different personalities dominating...
