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Capturing Your Attention

Capturing Your Attention

     I didn't know what I was going to do: Either punch his face in as soon as I see him. Or, kick him where the sun doesn't shine. No matter what, I'm going to make sure it hurts him. Not only did I get completely grounded for 'lying' to my dad, but I also got all privileges from any electronic taken away. All because of Trevor. I sat down on my bed, fiddling my fingers instead of researching random things on the internet. It was part of my daily cycle. The only thing that my body would allow is sleep, I was far to lazy to even stand up to grab food. But everytime I closed my eyes, Mr.Hotshot appeared, and he was the last person I wanted to think of. 'Admit it. You should've kept it hidden from your dad.' My conscious was right. I probably should have kept it hidden from my dad, he usually never believes me. I'm the girl who cried wolf. My eyes gazed at the white ceiling, then drifted to my walls, where my own posters and painted were hanged up on the blue walls. My hardwood floor was a bit dull, but a little waxing wouldn't hurt. My fingers itched to clean every dirty little thing in my room. It disgusted me to a point where I can't even be in here. I sighed before I sat up, grabbing my pair of blue gloves, along with cleaning products. The blinds were opened wide, so I can see the beautiful view of the forest out back. The whiff of fresh breeze filled my lungs as I closed my eyes for a second. It almost felt infinite.

     The next day came by to fast for any human being on this earth. The sun was shining, the birds didn't really chirp, and the wretched sound of my alarm clock beeped. My eyebrows raised, as my eyes narrowed, instantly making me regret leaving the blinds open. But as long as my room was clean, along with the house, everything was great. I opened the shiny door knob, checking to make sure my dad was getting ready. "Dad?" My head peeked through his door, and sighed as the shower turned on. I hummed as I skipped towards my room, yanking my hair, before deciding it'd be best to tie it up into a pony tail. 

     "Hey princess!" I opened my mouth, before narrowing them as my hands balled up into a fist. "Oh no. Don't you princess me." The sass that came out were deadly. Every little emotion I had came out, along with the anger that bubbled inside me. I stalked towards him, watching him like a lion watching his prey. Trevor cocked his head to the side in amusement, his brown eyes lingering down my body, his full sleeve tattoo covered by his plaid shirt, and his black hair styled to the side with gel. "Yesterday, I thought it'd be a good day, then you came along with your cocky self and completely make me drop my textbooks, then you decide to grab my hand, not even offering to help pick up the books. You make me run to you're stupid ugly car because of these men who I don't even know, then duct tape my mouth, then tell me to shut my face, and then kick me out of your car!" 

      Trevor laughs, his eyes twinkling in amusement, but still holds the look of seriousness. "You did bump into me first" My fists are shaking, itching to be connected with his face. All of a sudden my fist pulls back, and I feel my knuckles hit his nose. Making my pull back and bring my hand to my chest, muttering ow's, and making Trevor fall back with a bloody, and red nose. "Did you just punch me?" He growled getting up, his fist flexed, showing his veins. And his jaw was closed shut. I felt like I was going to become the first girl to be hit by the Trevor Adams. "Technically, it was sort of reflex, and you did bumb into my first." I couldn't help but smirk, even if he was completely mad right now. I mean, I just used his words against him, which was something I needed to celebrate afterwards. 

     "Are you okay reindeer? Or should I say rudolph?" My hip cocked, as my finger went onto my chin, playfully smiling. Trevor growled, shoving me into the lockers. "Maybe you wanna die? Just because I can't hit you, doesn't mean I can't get another girl to do it for me." I scoffed acting like it meant nothing, but I kind of regretted hitting him, if it meant getting hit by some west side girl, who was probably really muscular. "Apologize." I looked at him as if he were on drugs. "No, not until you apologize too." Trevor had the same look I did. "No." 

     I felt as if this wasn't going to end. And that Trevor really was going to get someone to hit me for him. I don't think he's done it before but, now's the time to rethink that.

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I know, another short chapter but thanks for the comments and fans I've been getting! I'll try for the next chapter to get the chapter at least 2 pages! I've just been Thinking about you're reactions when some crazy stuuf goes down, and when new characters are introduced! I think you're going to love it!