The Faltered

Chapter 7 (My secret talent)

Recap:

School was just like I remembered.

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Sydan

Lunch with out the twins, I'm doomed. Not like a damsel in distress sorta way because I can defiantly handle myself in a fight, but lets just say I'm lacking social skills. I'm a fighter, not some "talk my damn head off chit".

Who do I sit by? Do I sit at all? What do I say? Yes, this is very lacking area for me.  Once again, may I repeat myself? I Sydan Heart am doomed, hopeless, I think its even possible to say I've been kissed by death. Wait a minute! Death stole my first kiss? How rude!

Yes, I've never kissed that "special someone". But its not like I ever got the chance to either. My cynical thoughts were cut off by a very handsome and annoying voice! Jeez, who dares to interrupt my thoughts?

"Going to have to sit somewhere else, chica. After all, we wouldn't want a princess like you to break a nail!"

I took his hand, and his eyes enlarged by the seconds. My spare hand traveled down his muscular arm towards the finger tips. His adam's apple was gulping through my lashes vision. I then took the edge of his nail and gave a little tug. He didn't even comprehend my cruel intentions. I ripped the top edge of his nail off. Smirking, I voiced my thoughts. "Oh no! The princess broke a nail!"  flicking the nail piece at him and descending into the crowd with a prance.

"Shit! She fuc--" I missed the rest of his most likely words, when utter horror hit me.

My poor precious lunch, I say my farewells, since I'm not risking my butt to eat you! I will miss you, my dearest lunch! From yours truly.

Ok, lets get this straight. I am not afraid to fight, but he is way stronger than me and I don't know a single "de facto"  about his motives. I'm not even sure how his rule book is laid out, what guidelines are okay. What if he's one of those jacks that have they're very own bigot belief that it's okay to hit a girl?

Naw, that's to low, even for that nameless boy. Now that I think of it, I don't even know his name and I've already pissed him off. That's talented.

I'm not one to apologize, but after his steam blows off, maybe I should attempt to approach him and get a restart? Or at least get his name.

"Do y-you mind if s-sit here?" asked a quiet voice. Glancing up through my fringe I shook my head with approval.

"Your Bryn, from the bus, right?"

"Y-yes." She continued to stare down at her plate.

"Lets compare schedules." She stared at me, jaws open. I get that a lot." Well, besides the twins and nameless boy, your the only person I know. Also your the only person I want to be my friend."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." I replied, " Now take out your schedule." 

[schedule} Bryn Hoffgaurd

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Block1: Honors lit. ~Mrs. Ruelhow

Block2: 11th grade science~Mr. Pickard

Block 3: Spanish /split block/ ~Profe Kube

Block 4: Walking class ~Mr. Shue

[schedule} Sydan Heart

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Block1: Algebra 2~Ms. Annic

Block2: Honers lit. ~Mrs. Coleman

Block 3: Spanish /split block/ ~Profe Kube

Block: Walking class ~Mr. Shue

"Alright!" I yelled. Bryn quickly clamped a hand firmly over my mouth.

She hissed, "What are you doing? I don't want attention and you don't want to be noticed remember?"

Oh, oops, I thought, when I saw a dark head with a piercing gaze bobbing up and down through the crowd, heading in our direction.

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This is not edited,,,,none of the chapters are....ill do that when i get further into the book! :)