Worthwhile [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

Recap

"You know i can hear you right?"

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Crap, who the fuck is that? Can't they mind their own business like im in a crisis! My shirt is totally ruined

"I heard that too" that person chuckled.

Breathing in slowly to calm myself and see who it was. I turned my head to the owner of the voice.

Omygoodness jesus, that is one fine hunk. With dark brown eyes piercing mine, and his body fitting nicely to his navy blue shirt i gulped. Did he want to talk to me or something? Omg! i wonder what he wants to say.

" He-y" i stuttered. Damn great job Eva, make a fool of yourself.

"Hey there too, while its nice talking to you, i'd like to go to my locker if you'd mind"

Then it came to me, he didn't want to talk to me. Lol, he wanted to get to his locker. Pathetic of me to think he would want anything more.

"Oh yeah sure, sorry about that" I quickly said and scrambled to me feet.

He watched me stand and stayed there staring at me?

Jeez, i can feel my face burning. What is it this time? I unconciously touched my face to see if there was anything sticking to it. Surprisingly none.

"Umm, is there something in my face?"
"No, well i noticed that your shirt is spoiled"

Urgh, i forgot about my shirt. Great, now i have to walk to my locker which is in the other side of the school where a i keep a spare.

"Yeah, i had an accident this morning in the hallway"
"Oh, geez thats bad on a first day"
"Yeah i know, well i got to rush to my locker"
"What number is it?"
"09"
"You know that is on the other side of the school?"
"Yeah i know, thats why i have to go now before the bell rings"

RINNGGGGGGGG!

Pipplecornanddaisies! Why does these things happen?

"You know what, you can borrow one of my shirt" Holding a white tshirt in one hand.

"Um, not to be rude but no thanks"
"Why? Come on dont make a fuss, your already late as it is."

This boy is starting to get on my nerves, like can't he see that i may not fit into his shirt *internally facepalm self.

"Well......"
"Come on already we haven't got all day"
"Umm...."
"For goodness sake just take the shirt, if it makes you feel better you can give it to me tomorow in the morning. It's not a big deal."
"It's just that idontthinkifitintoyourshirt" i said the last part as quickly as possible.
He gave me a small smile and said "I promise you that it will" He handed me the shirt and gave me a quick wink when i passed by.

I rushed to the bathroom because im already 10 minutes late to my first class as it is. I pulled my stained shirt over my head and quickly put his shirt on.

And girl! Let me tell you i look good. It fits me well, around my body and hugged the area around my breasts. I tucked the rest of the shirt into my jeans and pulled my hair out of my ponytail to watch it cascade into soft beach wave curls. I retouched my lips with Vaseline because a girl cannot live with crusty lips. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the toilet.

"Forgetting something?"

I turned around and saw him leaning against the lockers outside the toilet. He's here!! Wait why is he still here?

"Well thankyou! They fit me nicely. I owe you" i smiled happily.
"I told you so" he smirked
"You look better in it than me, i dont even know what to say but you look good"
"Don't be stupid, i look fat" i frowned.
"No you don't"
"Yes i do"
"Can you not? clearly you can see that your gorgeous"
"Don't say things that aren't true"
"But its not! Don't listen to what other people say, they are not telling the truth"
"Yes it is"

He stared at me "What are you talking about? Why don't you be greatful and don't say things like that."

Something in my head clicked "Well im sorry about that but i don't know how to react to these things, its not that im not grateful but i don't have everything served to me on a silver plate like you, where everything is perfect" i spat back at him.

"Thats a fucking lie" he hissed. "You have to be confident because it seems like your desperately seeking attention." he scoffed.

"Typical, all girls are the same. They just need someone to whine to them on how perfect they look." he glared at me.

Is it me or is he bipolar? Damn his words sting.

"I am not an attention seek....."
"Oh shut up, yes you are like no wonder no one wants to stick around you."
"Stop saying that" tears started forming in my eyes "You don't know me at all"

He gave me a cruel smile "You think that i dont know about you? Come on, everyone can see right through you. Your the nice girl that lets anyone walk over her."
"But that isn't..." "One word of advice just don't talk to me your wasting my breath" he hissed.

"true"