Spell Break

4. Homework and Hot Boys

Hey guys! I am actually really excited for this story! I have started marking where you should start the songs to help the story make sense.

The song for the beginning part is 'On and on' by Tenth Avenue North. I don't have a link, and frankly, I'm too lazy to get one. 

Second {(2)}: Wipe Your Eyes by Maroon 5   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSt7-q0blt4

Happy reading!

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Time drags on. Everyone is tired. Even in my choir class nobody speaks. Its like all the creativity and happiness has been sucked out of my classmates. Then again, welcome to high school.

Finally at long last, fourth period rolls around, and I am with Parker once again. Except this time, so is McKinley.

They laugh and flirt for what seems like forever. I attempt conversation, but neither of them pay any attention to me.

Per the norm.

Ever so slowly the hours grind by. Then the bell rings and screaming erupts throughout the school. Not like, terrified screaming, just that of overexcited teenagers looking forward to the adventures a weekend can bring.

Approaching my locker, I swap out my binders for my reading book. If there's one thing I do want weighing down my backpack, its a good book.

My phone buzzes, and I quickly read the text displayed on the screen:

From: 🔥PJ🔥

We still on for Saturday?

Confused, I reply:

C: Yeah why wouldn't we be?

A few seconds later he answers:

P: I thought you were mad at me.

Climbing the steps to the bus, I quickly type:

C: Im not.

P: Ok perfect. Can McKinley come?

C: Why?

P: Cuz I already invited her. 

Of course he did. Its fine, I said that anyone could bring friends, didn't I? 

C: k.

Pro tip: only answer "k" when you want the conversation to come to an abrupt stop, because it will. I am so done talking about McKinley right now. She's a nice girl and stuff, but seriously, you can stop shoving it down my throat that you asked her to homecoming instead of me.

I shake my head, pinching the bridge between my closed eyes. This shouldn't bother me. I shouldn't. But it does. I take a deep breath and open my eyes.

Braden's face fills my vision, and doesn't faze me in the slightest. "What do you want this time?"

"Are you going to homecoming with anyone?"

To the point, as always. "No," I sigh, half hoping that he will ask. "No one has asked me yet."

"Thats too bad. Cuz I'm going with Kayla." He smiles smugly and my blood boils. He sits back in his seat happily, and I am left with the words 'you think anyone wants to go to homecoming with someone like you?' bouncing mercilessly around my head.

But hey, its okay. Life goes on. Saturday is still happening, and Dad's still in town tonight.

This time when I walk in the doors, I am greeted by three suitcases blocking the doorway.