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Chapter Four
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I was walking down the halls when I heard familiar voices talking just around the corner.
“She actually came back after all these years?”
I heard a deep, aggravated sigh. “Yeah… and he doesn’t remember her at all.”
“Pity,” the other person faked sympathy. “I always thought they looked cute together.”
I had a gut-feeling they were talking about me and ‘him’. I refuse to say his name.
“Does she even know why he acted that way that night?” The kind voice asked.
I leaned a little closer, clutching my bag closer to my chest-eager to hear what was going to be said next, but not close enough to be seen.
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” I heard another sigh. “Come on man, why are we even talking about this? This is none of your business and also none of mine.”
I heard a grunt. “Fine, fine. Just don’t come crying back to me when she gets hurt and-”
Thwack!
“Aww, give me a break! I was just trying to-”
I smothered my lips from giggling my heart out.
“Shut up.”
The echo of their footsteps was now fading as they walked away.
What the heck was that about? And who were they? Most importantly, who were they really talking about?
I sighed in frustration and placed both of my hands on my face.
“Having a rough day?”
I mentally groaned. What the heck does he want from me? Him, of all people would see me at a time like this?
He chuckled, realizing I wouldn’t respond. “Come on, you shouldn’t be there. What would the other students think when they see you huddled up in a corner like that?”
Other students? He thinks I’m a student again? What. The. Freaking. Hell.
One…
Take a deep breath.
Two…
Three…
Oh f*ck it!
I stood up and faced his innocent glory. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?” I poked him hard in the chest with my one free hand while clutching the strap of my bag ferociously.
His eyes reflected confusion and interest while looking down at me with that smirk that I knew all too well. “The question is…” He held wrapped his hand around my wrist to stop me from hurting him and continued with a raised eyebrow, “What are you doing poking a teacher?”
I was about to reply when the Principal called out my name. “Ms. Nickelsen, the kids are looking for you.” I ignored the sparks flowing from my wrist towards the rest of my body.
My head snapped to her direction and saw her looking from me to Garrett with anxiety. “What’s going on here?”
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You did The Wrong Thing to The Right Girl
HumorDo you have any idea how hard it is to see someone everyday and have to pretend you don't know them at the same time... when in fact, the two of you used to be in love and everybody around you thought you two would end up getting married some day?
