School's Out, Baby!

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*Around 3rd Period*

I walked to my 3rd hour gym class and changed into my spandex and a tank top, with a sports bra underneath. After changing, I walked out to the gym, meeting up with my friend Cam.

"So... You look like a hot mess today, Jessica." Cam pointed out as we made our way to our other best friend, Mason.

"Morning, babies," Mason greeted. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, sighing as he placed his lips on my forehead. I had known Mason since he was 14 and I was 13. He lived across the street when my parents and I moved in. We had been the best of friends ever since.

"I'll come over tonight, you have some explaining to do." Mason whispered, gesturing to Dylan, who was also in our gym class. P.E. passed slower than usual; oddly enough when we were playing volleyball, I found myself staring at my opponent: Dylan. The bell was going to ring in 10 minutes, so Cam and I headed back to the locker room. I searched my locker for an extra set of everyday clothes but could only find a pair of faded skinny jeans, which I ended up wearing, instead of Dylan's pants. Unfortunately, I was stuck in his jersey.

*6th Period, End Of The Day*

"So class, how's it feel to be done with school for the summer? Just think, next time you all come back, you'll be seniors!" My psych. teacher, Mr. Cole, excitedly asked while I groaned. I slumped in my desk for the remainder of the 10 minutes we had.

"Um.. Jessica? Where did you get that shirt?" Stacy, an ex of Dylan's, and the school slut, questioned.

With my head rested on my books, I replied in a fake voice, "At the Dylan smith gift shop, like, where else?" Stacy snorted, just like a pig, then took a step towards me.

"If you are messing with my boyfriend, I will skin you alive," She threatened.

"If that a threat or a promise? Oh! Will you wear my skin too?" I shouted, sarcastically, then flipped her off. The bell rang, signifying the end of class, and of the year. Everyone shot outta there like it was a race, as if they had "lives" to get to. Me? I slowly packed up my things and slid out of my desk.

"Falls, I see you are wearing Dylan Smith's shirt, is "The Feud" finally ending?" Mr. Cole asked me.

"I think it just got worse," I replied

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