Spilt Love

Chapter 2-Boy likes girl

Double upload for you guys today, just cuz i had the third one finished before the second.

I write weird, don't judge.

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James

I walk into school, and immediately look around for Julie. It’s sort of become a habit in the two weeks of our friendship.

I spot her just as she sees me. We smile, and of course, she blushes. That girl is crazy easy to make blush.

I walk over to her group of friends, and they all begin to whisper and giggle. Julie shushes them, blushing even deeper now.

I wonder what they’re saying.

“Hey Julie!” I say as I hug her. She hugs be back, sending her friends tittering again. I don’t understand why she hangs out with them. I find them incredibly annoying, excluding Jamie. She’s pretty cool.

We begin talking and walking away from her group of friends. I hear them calling goodbyes and wishes of luck. She looks at her usual pair of converse, rainbow colored today, and blushes again. 

“You know you blush crazy easy.” I state, bumping my shoulder into hers. She smiled a bit, and bumped her shoulder back into mine.

“I know. It’s all my mom’s fault.” She looked at me, smiling. Her brand new braces shined a bit through her lips.

“Hmm. What did she make you for lunch today?” I grabbed her lunchbox, making her gasp in surprise.

“James Leon! Give that back right now!” She jumped onto my back, reaching for her lunchbox that I was opening in front of me. When she realized her arms were shorter than mine, and she couldn’t reach it, she began to beat on my back with her fists.

“James, you jerk, give me back my lunch!” She yelled into my ear, loudly I must say. The hand that I wasn’t using to dissect her absolutely delicious looking lunch went to the ear she yelled in.

“Damn, girl, you’ve got a loud voice when you want to!” I complained still going through her lunch.

“Watch your language! Cursing is bad, and gross, and not good for the soul. Give me my flipping lunch!” She lunged from the side, managing to grab her open lunch box and pull it away. I laughed and her frustration, which I should not have done, as she took that as an invitation to kick me hard in both knees. As I was buckling over, she patted my head.

“Use this as your lesson to never take my lunch again.” She said before walking back over to her friends who had seen the whole ordeal. They were laughing, and clapping her five as she walked through them. She shot me a smug look before turning around, her back to me.

Feisty. I like it.

I like her.