Monday mornings. We all hate them. Admit it. You know it's true.
Everyone's dragging themselves in the hallway like a bunch of zombies and it isn't even first period yet.
I sluggishly make my way over to my locker, tugging and pulling at my jacket to stay warm. I'm the kind of person to get cold easily. That's why Winter is like a nightmare to me.
I start walking to the library to read a bit before first period when somebody grabs my arm and roughly pulls me back. A small yelp escapes from my mouth as I'm twirled around to face a familiar pair of brown eyes.
Declan's eyes bore into mine like a knife, his face only inches away from mine. Before I can even take a step back, his hands shoot out to tightly grab my shoulders.
"Look," he says, his voice coming out bored and cold, "I know you bailed on us when we asked you to meet up with us last Friday. Bennett wanted me to ask you if you would want to meet us at Starbucks this afternoon."
My eyes widen. "Um, I-I. . ." I stutter.
He sighs. "Listen, we're not forcing you to go or anything. Remember that contract Jordan was going to make you sign, but then Naomi dumped her soda on him?"
I nod. "Yeah."
Declan grins. "That's what this is about."
"I have to go," I mumble. I turn around, and just as I take one step forward, I'm pulled back a little too forcefully. I groan as my left shoulder starts burning.
"Can you please stop pulling me like that?" I snap in annoyance.
I look up into Declan's eyes, and his grip loosens. He lets out a breath before speaking again.
"You need to come. We need you. I need you."
I snort. "You don't know how corny that sounds."
"Hey! John!" A voice shouts from down the hall.
I stop breathing when I see Raymond coming in our direction. Thankfully, I'm blocked by Declan's large statue.
Slowly, I back up, feeling the strong urge to run away.
"Y-Yeah, sure. I'll be t-there," I squeak out.
I've never bolted down the hall so quickly in my life.
A/N:
You guys: Why is this chapter only 375 words long? That's short!
Me: This is just a filler chapter. Calm down. Take deep breaths. Close your eyes. Come on, do it with me: *takes deep breaths* *closes eyes* *falls asleep*
You guys: Should we get her a blanket? No? Okay.
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