❝Wow, um, okay. So, let me get this straight. You, McCall, are an actual, physically living, therefore, breathing manifestation of Jacob?❞
❝Uh, that depends. Is that a good thing?❞
❝I don't know, you tell me. Is having near invulnerability, acute se...
"That'd be amazing," The winsome grin that crafted the face of the sturdy athlete seemed to light up at the brunette's answer, only to fall of the face of the earth after he heard the rest, "if I was available tomorrow night."
"April, you know I can't do it tonight. My girlfriend and I, we have a date. It's date night."
"Date night? That's cute, didn't think you were the type." Despite the joking tone, this was an assertion the girl dictated was right from the get-go. The boy certainly seemed to be the type that favored a quick one-night stand over a long-distance relationship. A classic preference she was hoping he'd make time for today.
"I'm not, but since we've been dating for two years, she probably expects me to go."
April sneered at his crude remark. She wondered how the poor soul that went out with him could handle his truncated level of stupidity and immaturity. If it wasn't for the fact that she needed a distraction, she wouldn't even be near his pretentious way of thinking. Yet, she couldn't deny that he was physically appealing, even if his beauty did trump his brain.
"Well, since you're so busy, I'll be on my way." He shook his head instantly at the comment, his sun-kissed hair tousling at the motion as a panicked expression overtook his features.
"Wait, I can cancel. I'll tell her I'm busy and—" A sly smile tugged the corner of the female's lip, occasionally wanting to rise up at the distress laced in his voice. "But Tyson, your girlfriend would be so disappointed. I wouldn't want your very committed relationship to just come to an end because of your desperate little needs. So I'm going to leave and you, my friend, can give me a call whenever your girlfriend decides to drop you and your swindling conniving ass." She sent the flabbergasted male a wink before turning her back on him and making her way across the hallway, idiomatically leaving him in the dust.
In the meanwhile, her eyes landed on a particular curly-haired brunet that always managed to brighten her day. She planned to approach him but her range of vision, along with her smile, was cut short by a pair of glaring eyes. "Oh hey, didn't see you there, Coach."
"How many times have I told you that I didn't want you flirting with my players."
"That depends. Was that a statement or a question?" Finstock, the school's economic teacher and coach of the lacrosse team, clicked his tongue in annoyance at the witty response. "What do you think you little brat?"
"I think that sounded like a question in the form of a statement."
"April, I swear to god if I have to repeat myself one more time I will ground you forever. And it will be the longest forever you will ever experience. I've got enough to concern myself with so I don't need to be worrying about your measly attempts of getting a boyfriend. The last thing those kids need is you interfering with their education."
A scoff and a roll of the eyes was the only reaction her father's mediocre lecturing received from her. She would've laughed if it wasn't for the stern look he had on that made her change her mind. In the end, she opted for a sigh and crossed her arms instead. "As if you care about their education. Plus, the last thing I need is you breathing on my back every time I talk to a guy. Who even said I was looking for a boyfriend? I was simply having a civil conversation with a classmate that is, ironically, a member of the lacrosse team. Remind me again what part of the Beacon Hills Student Handbook states that I'm not allowed to speak with my fellow peers please?"
She raised an eyebrow, satisfied with her response, as Finstock let out a defeated sigh, having no other retaliation in which April couldn't instantaneously rebuff. "You—this conversation is not over, capiche?"
"It normally ends after people say that though." The coach hurled her a wary glance at the comment and she nodded her in surrender. "Okay, okay, I got it. Understood. Entendido." A few grumbling profanities emitted from his mouth as he left and April exhaled in apprehension. She knew her dad was merely making an effort to take care of her, even though he had a very peculiar way of doing so with those dry threats and misinterpreted commentaries, but her mouth didn't give the impression of comprehending that and only countered his endeavors with insults instead.
"Miss me?" A trifling smile neatly adorned April's face at the question. It didn't take her long at all to discern who asked that, being met with the glowing face of her best friend, Isaac, once she spun around. "Of course I didn't." He chuckled at her response, tilting his head slightly and raising an eyebrow. "Ouch. That didn't hurt at all. Are you sure you didn't miss me? Not even a little bit?"
"We literally saw each other two days ago."
"That's like 48 hours, which equates to 2,880 minutes, and therefore, a really long time to be away from someone."
"It's not a long time if you subtract the amount of minutes we spent talking to each other on the phone."
"Just tell me you missed me so that this friendship doesn't feel one-sided."
April laughed and rolled her eyes at his childishness, "I missed you so much I thought my heart would explode."
"Thank you." Many people tended to be surprised when they learned that Finstock's illustrious daughter was friends with Isaac Lahey, a supposed 'nobody' of the school, and most didn't even believe it until they saw it with their own two eyes. They usually presumed that both were in a relationship, which would explain why the pair always chose to be together, but that postulation would quickly be shot down as soon as they perceived the lack of intimacy between the two.
The reality, however, was that they were formerly next-door neighbors, having met through means of an accident when April had first moved to Beacon Hills to live with her father in the fourth grade. She had been ambling along the sidewalk in front of her house when a younger boy heading her way had seemingly lost control of his bicycle, fortunately hitting the brakes before they had a chance to collide. The male apologized profusely while the girl proposed that he'd stop by her house so that they could play, claiming that she'd only forgive him if he did so. Subsequent to that day's events, the duo spent the remainder of their elementary and middle school days cemented to one another, a state of affairs which applied even after April and her father had to relocate to another house.
The bell for homeroom reverberated boisterously across the hallway, causing a horde of teenagers to begin dispersing across the tiled-floor in a flurry. April bid Isaac a goodbye as they parted to their first periods, continuously wishing that summer vacation hadn't ended.
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