Childish little......biscuit

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As I enter the gym with Hayley squeezing my wrist, my eyes widen. What the hell was Hayley getting me into. She has known me for a whole week now and is already prepared to get rid of me! I can't cheer. I have it!! I tub on my secured wrist and Hayley's grip tightens. 

"Hayley go!" I whisper in her ear as she looks around and waves a people.

"No! Come on!" She dragged me even farther across the huge gym towards the blonde haired girl I recognized from the bus. Her long hair was up into a pony tail with a little blue and yellow bow to set it off. As we approached she put her phone away and plastered a smile across her flawless face. Curse her face! It was so beautiful!! 

"Sup guys!" a familiar voice coursed through my ears. I turned to see it was Jordan and then quickly turned back around. He didn't seem to notice me. He came right beside me, the strong scented of his deodorant hitting my nose. I lowered my head as he began speaking.

"Camelia, Racheal, Marcy, Gena," he nods as he says their names. But leaves out the blonde haired girl. When flipped her hair, he rolled her eyes and turned his attention to Hayley. 

"Hey Hayley" and he looks at me.

"Didn't know you were trying out Taylor" 

"Well I'm no-"I begin but then I'm shushed by the velvet voice of the beautiful girl.

"I don't think your on the list hun" she says glaring at me. I narrow my eyes and then look away and at Hayley.

"Well that's why, I'm NOT trying out" I make my voice louder when I say not, making sure Hayley heard it.

"Well I wanna get started" Jordan says rubbing his hands together while grinning. 

"Lets start warm-ups then" the beautiful girl jumped up and brushed her shoulder against Jordans while glaring at me. When she walks off switching, Jordan looks after her. A course of anger and sadness runs through me. My hand, that was still in Hayley's grasp grows sweaty and I see Hayley scrunch her face up and pull away. I mean, I don't know why I was mad of an........average girl, who has no butt. Well not more than me anyway, or does she??

"Bye guys" Jordan says walking off. He throws me a smile and I roll my eyes as he turn back around and walks off.  

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"Didn't we do great!" Hayley yells as she comes towards me.

"Yea" I lower my voice, trying to give her hint to lower her voice too. She grabs the water out of the jug beside me and drinks water while walking to sit beside me. The bleacher creaks as she sits down on it and I smile, slightly. All the other girls follow behind Hayley as do the same thing, but without the squeaking, except the beautiful girl. She comes over, gets water and spills it on my ripped jeans. I let out a gasp as the cold water seeps through my pants. I glare up at her as she smiles and covers her mouth. My mouth is hanging open as I stand up and realize where the spill was at. My genital area!! This girl might be beautiful but she was stank, like what the hell did I do to her?! Everyone stares at me in shock as Hayley stands beside me and tugs on my arm. 

"Come, lets go get you cleaned up." she whispers. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. You know what?! She's not even worth my time. If she knew who I was she would be bowing down at the sound of my name. As I walk across the gym with my legs apart, like a penguin. My eyes get tears in them. I sniffed and kept going. This is my first week, i won't let some no good average teenage girl make me cry. Bobby taught me better than that. We made it to the locker room where I sat on the bench as Hayley ramming  through her gym clothes trying to find shorts. She was unsuccessful and turned around slowly to face me.

"I'm really sorry!" Hayley pouted as she came towards me with open arms,  I put my hand up to stop her.

"I'm ok.." I mumble.

"Ooh! Let me go get help. Try these on in the mean time though, that's the only size that will come to fit you." she throws a pair on small shorts to me. I catch them as she walks out of the locker room leaving me in only panties, a shirt, some socks and my bra on. I slipped into the shorts and they were to small. 

"Damnit" I mumbled to myself. 

I sat back down on the bench with my head in my hands. Like rally!! I knew I should've been in class. In the middle my thoughts there was a knock on the locker room door, as a figure slid in. My head snapped up. It was Jordan. I quickly covered the bottom half of my body as I heard him lock the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I whispered, backing into a corner. He walked closer, a pair of shorts in his hand. I glance down at them.

"Hayley sent me to go get them from the office, because she got caught up talking to Austin. He rolls his eyes, and I feel my face get red thinking about the two. He looks up and me and points to my cheek with his left index finger.

"What are you blushing about?" he says getting closer. I shrug my shoulder, not wanting to answer. He smiles a little getting closer, causing me to back against the wall. My hand clenched tighter to the pants, blocking my lower body from being revealed. He smiled more.

"Your, blushing about...my handsomeness aren't you?!" he says getting so close, I could feel his breathing on my face. I turn my head to the side slightly.

"No!" My voice comes out monotone and boring.

"Yes"

"No I wasn't! Leave me alone" I said pushing at his chest. He doesn't budge. 

"Maybe I'll leave you alone when you answer my question."

"I did! No" I reply.

"The truth!" he says coming even closer. SO close I'm on my tippy toes. My heart feels like 100 million beats per second, and I pray he doesn't hear it. 

I know y--" he begins,but thers a knock on the door. Jordan smiles at me as he pushes himself off of the wall and walks the door. Hayley's head pops in. Thank god, I think.

"Here" Jordan tosses the shorts to me and winks walking out. I lower off my tippy toes and slide down the wall my back feels glued too. 

This is going to be a long annoying year...




I 100 percent agree that Claire Holt is the perfect face for the beautiful blonde in this book named Temperance

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I 100 percent agree that Claire Holt is the perfect face for the beautiful blonde in this book named Temperance.....

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