"Hey! Hey, Hayden!" I yelled, running after him.
He groaned and stopped walking, turning around.
I stopped in front of him, my hands clasping my knees.
"Project.. You.." I stopped, taking deep breaths. Wow.. I was out of shape. Though I had been running after him for three minutes straight. That had to have something to do with it too.
"The project. We need to start it." I said after I caught my breath.
"Listen. I have a life, alright? I don't need you getting in the way of that. Alright? So you can just skip along now and go wherever it is that you go." He sighed out.
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my eyes. "Say what now?"
He rolled his eyes and turned back around, walking out the school doors.
You've got to be kidding me, right?
I ran after him again, grabbing his arm. He winced and pulled away from my touch.
"Don't touch me." He gritted out.
"I-I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to hurt you."
He snorted and gave me a deadpan look. "You? Hurt me? I just don't like people touching me."
"Well alright.. Um.. So the project.. We need to at least get something done this weekend. Where should we meet?" I asked, rubbing my arm.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm free tomorrow."
I smiled slightly. At least he's cooperating with me.
"Alright. Um.. Your place or mine?" I asked nervously. I just felt like if I said one syllable wrong, he'd break my arm.
"Yours." He answered immediately.
I nodded. "Alright. So tomorrow at my place. One p.m. a good time?"
"Yea, sure. Here, give me your number real quick. If I needa change anything I'll need to tell you." He held his hand out, moving it up and down impatiently.
I handed him my phone and he typed a few things in before handing it back. He turned around and walked to his motorcycle.
Well bye to you too, Mr. Bad-boy-because-I-have-a-motorcycle.
I sighed and started on my way home.
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I groaned and shook my head.
I was currently on this site called Weheartit. And man was I finding many great pictures! I was looking up beautiful sites. And they were amazing.
After about an hour of Weheartit, I decided to get on Facebook.
And guess how many friends I had.
Yep. You gessed it.
One.
Okay, fine. Maybe I had more than one.. But out of friends friends, like actual friends from school, I only had one. The rest was family and a few people from school that somehow found me.
I'm so popular guys. Like, I can't even..
Sarcasm noted? Good.
Anyways. Back to what I was doing.
I was now on Hayden's profile.
Yep.
That Hayden. Hayden Arcane.
I tilted my head to the side then quickly opened a new tab.
You see, I had this thing.. I would look up peoples fist and last names to see what they meant.
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The Photo Project (#Wattys2014)
Romance"I'm scared" I whisper as a tear trails down my cheek. Hayden's eyes soften as he stares down at me. He pulls me into his chest, resting his head on mine as he rubs small circles along my back. "Don't be scared. Don't you dare ever be scared. There'...