Don't Look at Me Like That..

What... Are You Doing?

Myliah

She's looking at you.
"What do you want?" I whisper to Alani as I set down my pencil.
"I want the answers.." She says and gives me pouty face.
"Lani... Its ART." I say and laugh going back to my drawing. "I don't care.. Draw something for me I'm too lazy to." She laughs, giving me her paper. I grab it and grab my black marker from my bag, putting a giant smiley face and her name. "Here, happy?" I grin handing her the paper. She opens her eyes and laughs. "Perfect." She takes it and turns it into Mr. Mendez, making him laugh loudly. "So creative." He says putting a 90% on it. "Are you fucking serious?" I say laughing loud, attracting attention. Mr. Mendez is so cool. He's around 23 I'm guessing, and ALL of the girls in highschool have a crush on him. Even me. Not a big one, just a small one. He has this raven colored hair, with light, hazelnut colored eyes, a perfect jawline, and a little fuzz on his cheeks.

Perfect.

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"Don't you dare!" I scream laughing as Tanya holds my science project over ketchup. "I will if you don't tell me," she says, pretending to drop it. "STOOOP!" I scream.
Alani comes up behind her.. Scaring her... Making her drop MY project! "ALANI YOU FUCKING BITCH!" me and Tanya scream together. She laughs, pulling the essay out of the gooey, school ketchup, trying to wipe it off. "Its no use." She says, handing me the messed up paper. "Ugh! I have science NEXT PERIOD!" I say and run my temples. "This is bullshit," I say and breathe.

SCIENCE

"Myliah Chesna, where's your project?" Mrs. Donalds asks me, looking down the bridge of her nose. "Um well, ya see.. I kinda got ketchup on it.. So I had to throw it away..." I say quietly.. Looking down at my converse. "Well then. 0%" she says. "Wait! Can I just work on it now? Please please?-"
"I guess, it better be finished." She says, rolling her eyes and calling on the rest of the students.
"Need any help..?" I hear a raspy voice whisper to me from my left. "No, I'm fine." I say and look up at the popular boy. Michael. Ugh. He gets on my nerves, always flirting and messing with other girls, drives me nuts. "You sure..?" He says.. Moving closer to me, touching his thigh with mine. "What are you doing?" I say scooting like a foot away from him. "Nothing.. Nevermind. I'm sorry myliah." He said, going back to his little group... What was that all about..?

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