Chapter 2- "B-but my apple"

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We were doing this staring comp right? And I was totally losing, we've been going for about 2 minutes and we haven't broken eye contact or blinked which meant this would be my high score! Sadly he didn't look like he was going to budge. 

I didn't like the thought of losing so I grabbed his pencil and snapped it right in front of his face but he didn't even flinch, he snapped his fingers together in between my eyes and I did the cross-eyed thing and blinked. 

I punched him twice and turned to finally do some of my work pissed off that I lost a staring competition to him.

"You're a sore loser and you're not a Monday person? What a joy" I turned to him and looked him in those ugly dazzling sea blue eyes. 

"I was born on a Tuesday" 

He moved closer "I was born on Wednesday" 

I crossed my arms and he copied, I glared at him but he just smiled then got up and walked out of class. 

I hadn't realized the bell had rang so I quickly got my things packed up and shove them into my bag before going to my next period which was... Maths? Physical Education? Ugh I hated both so I just went with Physical Education, as soon as I got there I knew I should have went to maths then wasted a bit of time using the excuse of going to the wrong class because obviously I hate this class but looking around I saw Kyle and I was okay, sort of.

I walked over to him and gave him a hug 

"I'm so sorry about before" he just shrugged and hugged me back 

"I should've known, it is a Monday after all" and we both laughed it off, there's one thing I hate more then people is making my best friend upset. I'm confusing as hell

Mr Williams looked at me with confusion "Miss White I haven't seen you in here since.." He trailed off trying to figure it out but I already knew 

"Since the beginning of starting this awful school?" I raised my brow as I answered him, he chuckled and carried on talking about what sport we were playing. 

There's a lot of mofos chuckling today, it was pissing me off. And what pissed me off more is what I heard next 

"Dodge ball it is then! Peyton and Ryder are the captains!" I've never heard someone with the name of Ryder? I stood up to choose my team and groaned turning to my left 

"Your name is Ryder and you didn't want to tell me that! You ass-" I was cut off 

"Miss White please use proper language in my class" I sighed 

"It's proper language, in my dictionary" then I began choosing my super team. 

It was pretty equal and by the looks of it my super team was about to lose. I seen a few on Ryder's side praying then I seen a few trying to act as though they weren't even gonna get hit but little they know they were about to get hit first. Right in the face.

Time fly by and before I knew it, it was only me and Ryder.

I looked at him and gave a full blown grin and he looked a bit confused then as soon as realization hit him the ball did too, right smack on his face but what I didn't notice was his ball going full speed at my face knocking me down into darkness.

I woke up hearing my name being called out it was hurting my ears.

I tried to open my eyes but they felt glued together I couldn't even move. 

I struggled some more then eventually got my eyes to open, I still couldn't move though. 

The one thing I regretted so much was opening my eyes, I was staring straight into my mothers hazel eyes hers were filled with worry and mine were clouded with tears, I blinked about 20 times before I seen my fathers hazel eyes looking down at me with worry? No he's not like that and as a half of a second went, so did the emotion and then his face was blank 

"Get your things, we're going to see your mother and be prepared to see your brothers" I nodded and looked at the my dad then remembered something 

"I need to get Kyle for something I left in his car, can I just go ge-" I was cut off 

"No, we're going now Peyton" and that's all it took for me to get in my dads car and wait till we reached my mothers house.

We weren't quite there yet so I looked at my dad and he knew just what I was gonna ask him 

"I'm not getting you a apple Peyton" I looked at him a few seconds to long and he was starting to get red on the face, I looked out the window and sighed, mumbling.

"b-but my apple"

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