I was limping in the morning. Gabe and I ate our breakfast in silence and got ready for school.
When Logan came and picked us up. I stayed silent the entire ride. He dropped Gabe off and he drove over to the high school.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asks, sounding genuinely concern.
"Yeah" I say facing the window. As soon as we arrive at school, I immediately get out and head inside. Due to my limping I can't walk faster since every time I take a step a sharp pain shoots up my leg.
I go to my locker and get my stuff out and head toward my class. I sigh, today's going to be so painful. Literally.
Surprisingly the day went by fast. As soon as I walk out of the class room I hear Logan call my name.
"Wait, Shay." I hear him behind me. I speed up my pace but he's already caught up with me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I turn around shrugging off his hand.
"What do you want?" I ask him.
"You forgot this." He says holding up my notebook.
"Oh." I take my notebook and turn around ready to walk away. He catch my arm again before I can limp away.
"What now?" I ask him turning around again.
He looks at me and says. "Um I know you don't like me, at all." I snort. "But can we uh try to be friends?" He asks. I narrow my eyes.
"Please?" He asks.
"No"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top."
"I hate cherries"
"Then a lemon"
"Pretty please with a lemon on top? Really?" I ask raising my eyebrows.
He grimace and suddenly he smirks again. "If you don't become my friends I'll just annoy you everyday anyways." He says smugly.
I scowl and sigh. "Fine." I grudgingly agree.
"Yay, and just so you know. Since we're friends now. We're going to hang out this weekend Bestie."
I scowl. "Don't call me that."
"Whatever you say bestie."
"Asshole"
"Bestie!"
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I felt like shit the whole entire week. And I have a test next week, ugh. I'm going to fail most of them anyways.
Thank you for all your supports and votes. I'm going to go vomit now.
-E

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Saving Shay
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