Cleaning Out My Closet

Chapter Three

Sorry about this chappie being a little bit shorter, everybody. It's going to get more interesting soon, I promise :) Thanks for reading! Remember, review, vote, and fan!

Kelsi

P.S.-This chapter is dedicated to my mom, for being the most solid person in my life, my best girl friend, the craziest person I know, and for always telling me to write no matter what others said. Love you!

Saoirse Ronan as Elise ----------------------------------->

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The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Oscar Wilde

                The rest of the day flew by like a drunk Friday night, as the old saying goes. I couldn’t stop imagining Braxton’s hazel eyes in my mind, and the way he smiled at me: like he actually thought I was funny, or interesting. The only people that ever looked at me like that were the people in my non-group group.

                “Ray? Ray…” Mrs. Notts called to me. I snapped out of my reverie and looked up at her, confused. The class snickered around me.

                “Yes, Mrs. Notts?” I said shyly.

                “Can you please pass forward the homework?” She asked, and I was glad to see she wasn’t upset. Most of the time I pay attention in her class, and today was probably a first. I felt my face heat up and fumbled behind me for the papers that were being held out to me and shoved them to the blonde-headed girl sitting in front of me.

                “What a ditz,” I heard a redhead whisper loudly behind me. I knew who it was-her name was Chelise, and any time anyone did something wrong she had something to say about it. She tried to act like a strong Christian, which would be just fine if she wasn’t a two-faced entitled bitch instead.

                Truth: you might think you have everyone fooled with your “WWJD” bracelets, but we all know how you really are, and God will be the judge of you in the end, not your preacher father.

                “And did you see her this morning, talking to Braxton? How nice of him to take on a charity case,” another Pradabee named Alyssa said behind her. Both girls gave each other an “I know, right?” expression and began talking. Seriously? They give me crap for dazing off, and now they’re interrupting class.

                “Girls, let’s get back to class now please,” Mrs. Notts said, seeming more upset with them than with me.

                “And she always those stupid hoodies. How emo,” they said in disgust. I looked down at myself, my hands clenching.

                A knock came from the door, and Vice Principal Scott walked in, giving a yellow piece of paper to the teacher. “Sorry for the interruption-a new student had an incomplete schedule, and he’ll be joining your class.” Most of the class started talking to each other while the adults weren’t paying attention, but my eyes went to the figure standing outside the door.

                A smile played my lips when I recognized the tall swimmer’s build and dark head of hair coming into the room. The group of girls that had been mouthing me turned and gave him the once-over, and I felt my face heat up.

                “Braxton Hildenbrand? You can sit in the back until I get you into the seating chart,” Mrs. Notts said, giving him a slightly distracted smile. I looked behind me at the back row-the only open seat was to my right, one chair behind me. He walked over and sat down and gave me a smile.