They Can't Know I'm a Girl (OLD VERSION, not finished)

McDonalds

The next morning I was up and out the door before Chris could get out of bed. I felt so nervous and jittery. I had a feeling that it was stupid of me to have changed the answers on his homework. I wanted him to learn his lesson and not copy off of me, but at the same time I didn't want him to beat me up for playing dumb. Not that he'd know, but he's a typical bully. He'd beat me up for breathing his air.

As I hurried down the hall, I didn't notice the person I had accidentally run into. All I saw before tumbling down to the floor was a black blur with a few bright blue streaks running through them. Seth.

Luckily, I didn't hit the floor. Seth was aware of what was happening and managed to catch me by grabbing my arm and balancing me.

“Look ou-”

“I know, I know,” I interrupted before he could scold me, “I'll watch where I'm going,” I said, adjusting my backpack on my shoulders. Seth just raised his eyebrow then let out a small chuckle.

“I was going to say 'look out' so you won't get unnecessarily mauled,” he said in a lighter voice as he held the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. Nice Seth? Why was Mean Seth being Nice Seth?

He saw my confused look and gave me one of his own. “What? Can't talk?” he asked. Ah, there's Mean Seth. But then again, he was just teasing..

“Why are you being all nice all of a sudden?” I asked. Was this guy serious? Was he a morning person? I want to bite everyone's head off in the morning! He better not be.

Seth frowned. “Can't I be nice?” he said with a sigh before looking away. I immediately felt bad for judging him so quickly. But then again, he had been an asshole to me since the day we met. He's a loud mouth and obviously doesn't think before speaking. Knowing that, you can tell he's a bitchy person if all he ever says puts you down and under his feet. So I simply shrugged.

Seth sighed again, putting a hand on my shoulder and turning me around. He leaned on me as if I were an armrest and led me down the hall, opposite from the stairs. It didn't take me long to realize we were heading towards Dusty's room. Just as I was about to stop and knock on it, he led me farther down the hall, stopping in front of the very last door. He lifted a hang and pounded on it loudly. I immediately reacted by grabbing his hand and pulling it down.

“Seth!” I scolded, “What are you-”

“Morning, children!” I heard Logan's voice loudly chirp from above. Looking up, I met Logan's shining, amused eyes. I noticed he had most of his uniform on. His black pants were fastened around his hips with a belt. They could honestly be worn higher with how much they were getting ruined from being dragged under his feet. I noticed his uniform shirt was completely unbuttoned and missing a tie. He must be getting ready still. I gulped, looking back up from his exposed chest to meet his eyes.

He smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you loo-”

“Holding hands?” he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame. I quickly let go of Seth's hands and looked down at my feet, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Sh-Shut up, Logan!” I hadn't realized I was still holding onto his hand. Not that he did anything to pull away, either.. He must have been enjoying my embarrassment.

“Are you gonna let us in or make us stand here while you grace us with your presence?” Seth sighed, annoyed. Logan just chuckled, stepping to the side and letting us inside. Seth grabbed my shoulders again and shoved me in the room after him.

The room was surprisingly clean, to say the least. The beds were both made. One was neater than the other, though. As Seth plopped on one of the beds, Logan walked over to his dresser to get his tie to finish getting ready for school.