CHAPTER FOUR: THE PRACTICE
Pain courses through me as I bang my head continuously onto my locker; but I'm not able to stop myself from doing it. I deserve to be hurt for what I have done. No wonder God hates me, I procrastinate to a level where it's not even healthy and I've just paid for it; for the first time.
Saying that the test was hard is an understatement; it was impossible. I was hoping that the questions would be multiple choice or just short one word answers but my dreams didn't come true. The test had forty questions and every question had like four questions in it; if that makes any sense. How did the teacher expect us to know how old Wilson was when he got his first pony and on what date did he meet his sister he didn't know he had? Hell, I didn't even know he had a sister. Neither did he for that matter. But he figured it out at some point in his life; I didn't
I am so screwed; my parents are going to kill me and serve me for diner.
What I don't understand is that they're always so strict with me but they never said a word to Gentry when she failed a test, or when she smoked pot, or when she ODied, or...well you get the point.
"Come on, the English test wasn't that hard", I hear a playful voice say beside me.
I groan to myself when I recognize the voice. Out of all the people I don't want to see, Aaron is at the top of my list.
And as if my day isn't bad enough with my failed English test, Aaron is in my English class. I'm just hoping that he isn't in any other of my classes. I already have Karen following me in all of my classes I don't need another annoying jerk. But luckily, I have Aubrey or Connor in pretty much all of my classes so I am covered.
"You didn't even read the book", I hiss after lifting my head up from the locker to look at him.
He was leaning on the locker next to mine with his arms crossed over his chest and with a strand of hair falling in his face. I fight the urge to brush the strand of hair away from his face. Why did he have to be so attractive?
"Au contraire, the school sent me a copy before I moved", he smirks.
I roll my eyes and turn to open my locker to send him the non-verbal message to leave me alone, but not to my surprise, he doesn't leave. I can almost feel him smirk beside me. GAH!
Why is he even here bothering me when he could go charm a bunch of sophomore girls.
"Congratulations, do you want a trophy with that?" I say robotically.
He lets out a laugh. "No thanks, my collection is already big enough".
This guy is unbelievable. What trophies could he possibly have collected in his small country town? Bull riding trophies? Or is that just discriminatory?
I grab my Chemistry binder out of my locker and close the door only to come face to face again with my cowboy smirking neighbour.
"Anyways the real reason I came here is to ask you if you were giving me a ride back home after school", he says in a more serious matter.
"Oh and here I am thinking you just came by to see me because you love your new neighbour", I say sarcastically putting a hand on my heart to fake hurt.
He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head; making more of his hairs fall before his dreamy blue eyes.
"You're a little too sarcastic for your own good", he says a real smile hovering on his red lips.
I've never met someone with such red lips. I thought these kinds of guys only existed in movies and cheesy romance novels but I guess that lips that red really do exist in real life. Or maybe he's wearing lipstick? No, I'll stick with my first statement.
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Novela Juvenil"You should've seen all the girls that used to fall at my feet in Texas", he says a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Well I have news for you cowboy, you aren't in Texas anymore", I spit back harshly. He looks at me and his smirks widens. "Sa...
