Chapter Twenty-Six

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Chapter Twenty-Six - Just Do It

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Instead of staying in the library after school for the lame ass Buddy Club, White Boy insisted that we go out for lunch—or in this case something between lunch and dinner. So, he wanted to be all mad in the hallway earlier, but he wanted to go get something to eat? Why couldn't he have practice or something? It was like all he was preoccupied with was this club. Surely, he couldn't be gaining that many credits from it. I didn't know. He probably was and I remembered him telling me it looked great on college applications. Though, I was under the impression that he was going to get a scholarship because he was as smart as they came. Sometimes, when he would help me with my homework, I felt completely stupid because it came so easily to him and I would sit there with a blank expression. I especially hated when he helped me with math homework; every time he'd ask me a question, I would shrug my shoulders and say 'I don't know'. He was an intelligent guy and it amazed me how someone could be so smart. I wish I was that smart—at least when it came to math.

"So, what do you wanna eat?" White Boy asked.

He had one hand on the steering wheel, the engine was running, and he was ready to pull out of the parking lot of the school. He glanced at me, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders. "You the one who wanted to leave school to get somethin' to eat. How about you choose."

"I'm not even that hungry." He said.

"Hunter, then why the fuck are we go—never mind, just never mind." I raised my hands in defense.

Why did he make me so mad!?

Why was he so fucking difficult?

Sometimes I couldn't stand him.

"You mad or nah?" He chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows. He pulled out of the school's parking lot and drove into the direction of the city, where all the shops and food places were. The city was less than thirty minutes away from our school, so it wouldn't take long to get there.

"Hell yeah," I narrowed my eyes, "I'm just kiddin', I'm not mad for real. But why are we even going to eat, if you're not hungry?"

"I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders, "a change of scenery, I guess."

"You weird as fuck." I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

"How am I weird because I want a change of scenery?" He laughed, turning his head to glance at me, before looking back at the road. "If anything, you're the weird one."

"How am I weird? I'm dyin' to know. You're the one who had to say you wanted to get food, when you could have just said you wanted a change of scenery because you didn't really want food."

"You just are."

"Enlighten me on why I'm weird, fool."

"So, now I'm a fool?" He chuckled, but he cleared his throat. "Alright, I'll tell you why you're weird. I've started to notice the little things you do whenever we hang out. If I'm helping you study and something's not making sense to you, you play with the end of your right ear."

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