Recap:
We turn around and see our Principal.
I move my head left and right, and then he pulls out a pad of paper.. Like a police officer and hands both of us a pink slip. On the top read 'Detention'. Wonderful.
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On the top read 'Detention'. Wonderful. And guess what made it worse? It was on Saturday. I look over at Kevin and he just smiles at me.
"How do you find this enjoyable?" I ask.
"Well, first of all... The teacher just lets us leave after ten minutes because he can't handle all of us." Kevin says smiling.
"Oh, who's the teacher?" I ask.
"Mr. Marcks." Kevin says.
"Is he nice? Because if he isn't I might as well skip detention.." I say.
"Trust me he's nice." Kevin says.
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Kevin and I decided to just skip the rest of school, and hang out. I know what you're saying. O.M.G. Taylor did something bad! She's going to get in so much trouble. Gasp! But no. We only skipped last period.
"So what are we doing?" I ask him.
"Well since it is 80 degrees out today. I was thinking we could go to the beach.." Kevin says.
Or is he only saying that, so that he can see my body?
"Okay, well one problem.. Is I don't have a bathing suit on me." I say smirking.
"That's why we're here." Kevin says pulling into my driveway.
"Oh okay, let me go run in and get a bathing suit then." I say smiling and jumping out of his car.
I jog upstairs, and throw open my drawers. I find my favorite bikini, which was from a small little store I found in Tennessee, and I grabbed some pink bottoms. I threw my messy straight hair into a high ponytail, and threw on my pink raybans. I slipped off my combat boots, and slipped on my white cheap flip flops. I slipped on a plaid trailer t-shirt, and some highwaisted shorts. I open my door and walk downstairs, grabbing 2 gatorades on the way out. I open the door to bump into someone. I look up to see Kevin.
"Kevin what are you doing?" I ask.
"Coming to get you.. You were taking a long time.. " Kevin says laughing.
"Oh, sorry. Beauty takes a while, when you're ugly." I say smiling.
"Taylor.." Kevin says slowly.
"What?' I ask.
"You are not ugly. Stop saying that. You are like the prettiest girl in school. And the sweetest." Kevin says. And then I hear him quietly say, "Maybe that's why I like you."
I smile and then grab his hand to bring him back to his car. I'm pretty much dragging him.
"You look really pretty Taylor." Kevin says.
I feel my cheeks turning red, and then say,
"Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself."
I see him smile and then we get into his car. Once he started it, I quickly turned the radio on. 'Hold on we're going home' by Drake comes on, and Kevin starts singing. I start laughing at him, and then he looks over at me, and sticks his tounge out.
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