The day I opened the door for Brooklyn, was the day I realized I broke one of the steps on my survival guide.
I messed with the guy who wore the jacket.
At first I thought it was because I was somewhat acquainted to Meghan, but she and I barely talked or walked together.
The amount of times I 'accidentally' bump into guys who didn't look their age started happening so often that I considered eating with the otaku kid who prepared his own lunch. He called it his bento.
Ever since Chase Marshall paired up with Brooklyn, she always found ways to sit close to me.
Too close to me.
She would ask about my day while consciously glancing at the next table where Chase Marshall sat with his fellow nicotine- inhaling people.
She would squeeze my arm, or laugh about something that I said. It continued for another three days.
On the fourth day, right after I closed my locker, there he was - Chase Marshall.
"Who are you to Riggs?" he asked.
Now this question baffled me. For some reason, this guy, who was rumored to not give a single fùck about anybody besides someone he actually fùcks, was asking me on what my relationship was with the new girl.
"I talked to her on the first day," I replied.
His jaw clenched and I stepped back when he suddenly raised a fist. For a second, I thought he was going to punch me.
"Tell her we need to meet up for the project." Then that was it. He walked away without saying thank you.
He did pass a girl and almost dragged her with him.
That same girl having the exact hair bow my neighbor had on when she attended my fourteenth birthday.
"Not you too."
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The Sterling Theory
Teen FictionGary Cooper's the boy you'll find at the far end of the room; probably sitting near the guy who thought it was cool to wear a leather jacket even if it was scorching hot outside. He's the guy who would walk past the couples arguing in the middle of...
