I was thrown out.
I was thrown out with no explanations.
Cole was too busy staring at the garage floor to notice me being lead three houses down by Kaden. Once we had finally reached the last house we argued for a while until I cried and he decided it was best to leave it at that.
Kaden is a jerk.
But instead of letting things end there, I decided to talk to Cole at school. Because, hey, Kaden can't stop me from talking to Cole at school right? There's no area I'm prohibited from except the kitchen, and the guys can't hide there.
It was just my luck when I found him sitting out in the arts hall with a bunch of choir mixed with some band students. He sat criss cross beside a particular, dark skinned chick smiling at her. I noticed her from choir. She giggled awkwardly and, blushed before combing her thick, curly hair out of her eye with her fingers. He scooted closer to her and started pointing things out on a sheet of paper in front of them. I'm guessing it's her music sheet for the upcoming performance the choir is doing. I walk over to the two.
"Wassup." I say conversationally. Cole freezes.
"Umm, hi." The anonymous chick greets. But she says it like it's a question.
"Cole, can I talk to you?"
Cole grumbles something under his breath, to the chick next to him, and she blushes.
"I don't think he wants to move." She mumbles. "He said he's pretty comfortable."
"Oh, yeah." I say, shrugging. "Well that's too bad." Without hesitation, I pull him up from his spot.
"What the hell-" He blurted.
"I'll return him as soon as possible." I smile.
The chick furrows a brow and watches as I basically drag Cole down the hall way.
"She's pretty cute." I say conversationally.
Cole scoffs, "You would know."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I frown.
"It means, I figured you'd be checking her out. I mean, you kept eye raping her from a few lockers away."
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