Chapter
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" Watch out!"
I duck self consciously. My arms holding my head and I croutch on the floor. I shut my eyes tight, just waiting for the impact.
But nothing happened.
Just to be safe. I peak an eye open, glancing around the school hallways. A few students lingering near their lockers, while others walked. Not one sparing a glance my way.
Typical.
I lift my arm up. Then look over my shoulder. I roll my eyes. A grinning red head waves at me. Too exciting in the early morning might I add.
Her excitement makes me want to puke.
" Holy crap! You should've seen it!" she gasps, clutching her stomach.
" Y-you crouch down so f-fast I thought you w-were going to k-kiss the ground" she wheezes. Her face closely resembling her hair for it's shade of red.
She straightens up. Then wiping a finger under her eyes, " man, can you teach me that so when mummy dear wants to punk me out. I'll punk right out the door" she walks over to me.
I stare at her in bewilderment. Still wondering how I landed a chic like her to befriend.
" Oh come on Micki. You had it coming after you ditched me for that Zootopia movie" she says. Her eyes gleaming in mischief in their warm brown depths.
I smirk remembering that time. I left Florence alone with her date. Even though she practically dragged me beside her so I could be a physical boundary to a c*ck block. It turned out to be a very uncomfortable third wheeling experience. To which I ended up sneaking into the auditorium next door.
Till this day I don't regret doing so.
" Not everyone is comfortable with being a third wheel, Flo" I adjust my bag straps on my shoulders. Then fix my dark green sweater.
" Yea but you weren't third wheeling. You were helping me see if the guy would try any funny business" She defends. Her case clearly misunderstood on my side.
I quirk my brow, " well the situation you put me in was the funny business. Even the guy felt uncomfortable holding your hand while I bought food" I state. The guy nearly pissed himself when I glanced his way. I wasn't even looking at him. I was staring at the screen for the movie premiers.
Talk about scared sh*tless.
" Well now I know he respects boundaries. That's what a guy should do" she declares. A little stubborn from that sentence while I roll my eyes at her lame excuse.
Florence is a girl I met freshman year during advanced biology. A common hatred we had for the teacher's pet brought us close. We've been joined to the hip ever since then. She's from Austrailian descent from her dad's side and Turkish from her mother's but was born in South Africa. Her recessive gene is from her grandma, on her dad's side. Who shares the same red hair.
She's quite a puzzle in the making.
Yet she manages to carry an exotic vibe despite her overly exciting personality. She's her own category at this point.
" You know that Timmy guy might have the hotts for you" she hisses near my ear.
Insert eye roll.
" I'm serious! He hasn't stopped roaming those cute eyes of his all over that body of yours" she bumps hips with me. While I shake my head.
Talk about boundaries.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Never Loved
Teen Fiction" You interest me" he scooted closer towards me. The bench creaking slightly under his weight. My cheeks flush in irritation. " And you annoy me" I shot back, pushing his chest. The feeling of suffocation overcomes me. As the tiny space left between...
