I Hate my Crush

Chapter nine: Fuck.

{EDITED}

Recap:

I rush out to the car and put my heels on. We walk into this fancy restaurant. We take a seat at a booth and wait for someone. The waiter comes and takes our order. I see a very familiar guy walk up to the table and almost faint.

That's...

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He walks closer to the table as I stand up. I run into his open arms.

"Hi Alex." He says into my hair. "You put on a dress and shaved for me. I'm so touched. The tears are about to come." He does that eye fan thingy that girls do.

"Well to be fair I thought that we were going to see someone else, but I guess you'll do." He pats my head and sits down.

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I woke up early Monday morning. I turn on the radio and walk to my closet. I chose a pair of holey jeans, a white crop top with a yen and yang sign, a light blue button up and a pair of black boots. I comb out my hair it was still curly from last night. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I put on a little makeup and grab my phone and my backpack.

I see that Xavier is outside and Ricardo {my older brother} had already left. I jump into the car and put my bag down on the floor.

"Hi Alexis, what a beautiful morning it is, isn't?" She sighs.

"What's got her in such good a mood?" I asks Xavier, motioning to her.

"I think its crack." He jokes. She swats his arm.

"Just a certain someone asked me a certain something." She yells.

Great.

"Really." I yell.

"Well not really, he implied it." She says hen slumps back into her seat with her arms crossed.

Phew. That was a close one.

We're such bad friends.

Hey this is you talking.

Still the same fucking person. Dumbass.

Some has a stick up there booty.

I hate myself. So damn rude.

Thanks.

I snap out of my thoughts as the car door slams. I unbuckle my seat belt and grab my bag. I walk I to the school to my locker.
I lazily open my locker and search for my books.

"Um do you need some help." I get my head out of my laocker and face Zach bashfully.

"No I was just grabbing my math book." I grab the first book I could find.

"Um unless English is the new math, I could say that you need to get some sleep." I look at the book in my eyes and bring out my math book. "You and me both."

"But who likes to go to school on a Monday?" I shrug closing my locker. "No one that's who." He laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulder bring me into his side.

"Well without school where should you be." He asks.

"I'd be sleep." He chuckles.

"Come on its just a couple hours." He's so optimistic it makes me want to hurl.