"Hold this," I heard Sam say to me as he handed me a clear Ziploc bag. So after the encounter this morning I went home and sucked it all up. The next morning our school had a huge search party. No one knew why but we still went with it. My mind then...
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MY EYES OPEN UP AGAIN AND I know they must stay open. I have slept far too long. I don't want to get up. Oh, I don't want to. I get up.
As I drag myself out of bed, because that's what it takes these days, I head half-heartedly walked towards the bathroom.
The water pours down, it drips by my side, as my mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms me; it takes my mind off of things.
All the things I honestly don't care about. It's the water. My mind swirls, and it's like I'm standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, I know that now.
Removing the fog that resembled on my mirror I stared back at myself. Taking in a deep breath I went to brushing my teeth again.
Getting dressed was pretty easy for me. My outfit was set out neatly in my closet from the night before. I did my best with the makeup part and even tried on some lipstick.
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My hands were shivering. All eyes were on me, all 24 of them. Finding a parking spot reserved for motorcycles, I sat my helmet on my bike. Fixing my outfit clenching down on my belongings.
Walking towards the entrance of the school I heard nearby quarrels. Everyone were asking who am I.
Where did I come from?
Making my way towards the lockers, I punched in my pin code. Retrieving some of my books I heard a similar roaring sound. Turning around I watched as Sam got off his motorcycle.
Sam's long fingers found their way through his hair slipping it back in a basic man bun. He smirked at all the fan girls that surrounded him drooling shamelessly. He made short conversations with them before coming my way.
Remembering what I was taught I closed my locker shut. In the corner of my eyes I saw Sam looking my way. My lips curled up in a devious smirk before I ushered my way towards class.
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"Don't be sad, kid. Being a cheerleader doesn't always be easy," Gabrielle encourages helping my up from the floor.
Groaning I stood on my feet, I pulled my messy hair behind my ears. "You can say that again," I retort under my breath watching as Gabrielle giggles.
"The most important thing a cheerleader wears is always her attitude," Gabrielle soon turned to face me smirking. "Watch this."
Placing her hands on her hips I watched as Gabrielle swayed her hips. Turning around to make a spin I watched her stop before me.
"Now your turn." My eyes bulged at he words. Was she serious? Taking in a deep breath I slowly walked before her swaying my hips.
Standing at the end of the halls I turned my back to her flipping my hair aggressively. I was really getting the hang of this. "Gabriel-
I froze in my spot watching Gabrielle, who I thought was watching me wasn't and actually speaking with him. Sam. But their conversation didn't last for long before she let out a laugh walking away from him.
"He called you cute." Leaving me there completely dumbfounded Gabrielle laughed pulling me towards her.
"He's coming over now bye." Gabrielle gave me a thumbs up before leaving the halls. Groaning I turned around just to be startled by Sam's presence.
My breath hitched once my eyes made contact with some multicolored ones.
Sam's eyes firstly trailed down my body before he bit down on his bottom lip.
"Wouldyoucaretocometomyhousetonightsweetheart?IpromiseI'llbegentle," I heard his deep raspy voice call out to me. Slightly blushing I soon suck in a breath.
"I heard you were a player, Sam, lets play a game."
With a smirk lingering on my face, I watched as he chuckles walking way from me.
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I pulled out my poster grabbing a sharpie marker. I smiled ticking it.
