Teardrops on My Skateboard *O2L fanfic*

Chapter 13

Alright hey guys, its like one in the morning and im wide awake, not good. School starts next week ugggh. Someone stab me with a spoon and lay me next to  Trevor to die happily. Haha well anyways here's chapter 13, enjoy!

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Kian’s POV

I heard a loud scream coming from Ally's room, but five minutes later Jc and Trevor were comforting her. I love my life. I slowly went back to sleep. Just then Connor came running in screaming, "GUYSSS WAKEY WAKEY ITS SCHOOL TIME!!" I didn't get how he was a morning person. I groaned and got ready. I had decided on a blue and white tie-dyed shrit with my dark blue washed skinny jeans and my black snapback. I tied on my cheetah print VANS and went downstairs. I was greeted by a happy Connor and a grumpy Sam. I saw that Sam was wearing a green shirt with orange basketball shorts and his black VANS. I sighed and sat down. Connor told us we had to eat quickly and get to school. We hurriedly ate and rushed out the door. Sam and I were greeted by Trevor and a tired-looking Ally. We all agreed to run to school so we could make it there on time.

****In school****

We had all made in the front entrance just as the first bell had sounded. We had now gone our separate ways and off to class.

Ally’s POV

I was rushed to school by people I had never met and then brought into a vaguely familiar office with Trevor. He smiled at the lady at the desk in the office, I'm her name's Ms.Triniti, and is given papers for me. He observes them and hands them to me. I give him a small and check them out for myself. I see that my schedule is like this: (please bare with me I'm not in high school yet so sorry if I get it wrong)

Hour 1: Homeroom-Mrs.Gorden Room #416

Hour 2: Phys. Ed.-Mrs.Tameryn Room #411

Hour 3: Honors English-Mr.Carterman Room #234

Hour 4: Science 2-Dr.Finnegan Room #246

             Lunch

Hour 5: Tech. Ed.-Mrs.Lettermen Room #327

Hour 6: History-Miss.Darber Room #114

Hour 7: Algebra 3-Mr.Mackledy Room #549

Hour 8: Honors Math-Mr.Dacey Room #231

I sighed as I looked at my schedule. I have Math last and English right after PE. Even though my classes made me seem smart I knew I wasn't smart and sooner or later I'd made a big fool outta myself. Trevor grabbed my hand and pulled out of the office after saying a quick 'Thanks' to Ms.Triniti. He then told me that we had almost ever class except Algebra 3 and Phys. Ed. together. I had to smile at that. He was an amazing kid and I wanted to spend more time with Trevor. I shook it away. I mean could it really be happening or.... I was brought back into reality when Trevor told me we had less than ten minutes to get to Homeroom. We both rushed off to our lockers and grabbed everything we needed. Then, we rushed off and burst into the room right as she calling Trevor's name. Oh great, what a frantastic (no pun intended) way to come in on the first day. I sighed and walked to the only open seat and sat down. I started to think. I was knocked out of my thoughs when a girl my age with light brown hair and golden highlights nudged me whispered, "she called your name." I nodded and said, "Right here." My teacher, uhm, Mrs.Gorden, I think nodded and jotted something down next to my name. I flashed a smile at the girl who told me and said to her, "Thanks a lot." She just simply nodded and smiled back. I could tell this would be a great friendship.

As the day drown on the only thing that made it  better was that after Science was lunch. Oh how I loved food. Once the bell rung, I dashed out the door of science class and bolted for locker grabbed my lunch bag and everything I needed for the rest of the day and rushed downstairs to the lunch room and once I got there I saw that ever seat had been filled except for the one in the corner of the room near the window. I sighed and calmly walked over there. I sat down and started pulling out the things Connor had shoved in. I ended up with a Turkey and Mustard sandwich, dried Apricots, some chips, and a blue Gatorade. I sighed happily at what I had gotten. Just as I was about to start devouring my sandwich I heard lots of yelling and turned around to see a crowd huddling around a few people. I decided to stay out of whatever was going on so I wouldn't get into trouble. Just then I heard a name being called followed by someone else saying, "Kick his ass! Dude you can so do it!" Just then I realized that some ass was fighting Trevor. I hurriedly rushed over to scene and pulled apart the two boys. One was-in no surprise at all-Trevor and the other was some other kid who looked physically weaker than Trevor.<a/n his picture is to the right and I know what you're thinking-WHY HIM! HE'S NOT WEKAER THAN TREVOR! ok calm yo buttholes. It's my story so I can do whatever I want. and just for the record I love both of them equally. ok continue> I sighed and practically screamed, "TREVOR WHAT THE HECK DUDE! IT'S OUR FIRST DAY AND YOU ALREADY GET INTO A FIGHT. WOW DUDE. JUST WOW." I set the other on the ground and basically pushed Trevor out into the hall. I observed the damage that was done. It wasn't much, just a fat lip, a bruised arm and scrape on his forehead. I groaned a little bit and asked, "Trevor, what made you fight him? He isn't worth your time." Trevor looked at me and quietly said, "Fe tkid shaid you waere ushly." His words were lisped because of the fat lip but I could still understand what he said. I stood there shocked and Trevor did what I never expected him to do. He-

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MUAHAHAHAHAH cliffy. haah oh well. Hope ya'll enjoyed. I ship Trally. Do you? Love you all.

Wish all of you the best of luck if you go back this week.

G'night-ish. Anna. (:

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I like Trevor, whoops.

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I like Reed. Whoopsy.

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If you read this long I love you.

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BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!