Room 210

Chapter seven

Okay, Three things before we start. 

One, this is a little confusing in the middle. Just remember, anything like this is Nikky and this is Twylah. 

Two, this is more unedited than most of my other chapters, and I'm really sorry. I will fix it, I just wanted to get it out ther for you because you've been waiting for so long.

Three, this is dedicated to my bestest best friend in the whole wide world. Love you, Icebutt.

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Room 210 Chapter seven

“Alrighty class! Time for something new. Everybody grab a partner.”

Creative writing was a special kind of hell the next day. My head was pounding from crying last night. While I didn’t dream again after waking up, it wasn’t easy to sleep happily. Even if I was wrapped up in Liam’s arms. I woke up this morning to find that I was the only one in our room. The space on the bed next to me was long cold, but so was Liam’s bed. Not that I checked (By laying in his bed), or anything.

I still hadn’t told Twylah about Liam, and there was the newfound “thing” with Dent. How am I going to tell her? Life was evil sometimes.

With Miss Kerr’s announcement, everyone shifted around to find the perfect partner. I spun in my seat so that I was facing the desk behind me, which just so happened to belong to the woman my thoughts were on.

“Hey there, partner.” She said brightly.

“Hey there. I need to talk to you about something after class, okay?”

She looked kinda worried. “What’s it about?”

“Okay, settle down. Don’t make me regret letting you pick your own partners.”

The class went quiet as Mrs. Kerr explained todays assignment. “Today you will be writing partner stories. You start writing a story in your notebook and after five minutes, I’ll tell you to trade notebooks with your partner. You will read your partner's story and then keep writing, continuing the story. Does that make sense?” She looked around at all the nodding heads, “Any questions?”

One of the jocks in the back raised his hand, “So, are we just using one notebook and writing the same story, or two separate notebooks for the same story?”

“I’m going to give you a topic, you each write on that topic for five minutes in separate notebooks. After that five minutes, you will swap notebooks, read what your partner wrote, and continue on their story for another five minutes. We’ll do that until the end of the class. Does that explain it, Mr. Mathews?”

The jock shrugged and nodded.

“Alright everyone, pick up your writing utensils, and...”  The pulled the drawstring on the projector screen with a flourish, to reveal, written on the board, the answer to all of my problems. Our topic: “The strangest thing happened yesterday...“

Begin!” My teacher shouted excitedly.

The strangest thing happened yesterday. When I left you and Donny to go meet Liam, people kept stopping me in the hall asking for his number. I was pretty confused. Then when I got up there... Holy damn. Liam is freaking hawttt. But Bekkah was there, being Bekkah. I got all flustered and couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say to him. Absolutely nothing. That’s how pretty he was. Liam and I talked for awhile and I found out that he doesn’t listen to music. Any music. I thought he might be defective. So we made a bet. My challenge for him is to find five songs or artists that he likes by Friday. But in return, I have to go on a date with him. I don’t even know what-