Directioner In Progress

BLOODY FRIDAY

.A/N: okay sawway :'/ i know i have been slower than a turtle but slow and steady wins the race right? :'o :'D  I'd like to dedicate this to antenehz cos she was the second one to comment :') ( i only had two comments in my last chapter :3 ) 

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*FLASHBACK*

It all started when I was in fifth grade and Ryder in the seventh. It was a friday.  Everything was going smooth, till I hit puberty.

Now, most girls are explained everythingby their mums or friends, but unfortunately for me, no one had really done that yet. Needless to say, I wasn't prepared in the least bit.

I was seated away from the door, with my head down and my fingers scribbling in the notebook. Computer class is real fun, but it could have been better with a few more girls in my class. We are a bunch of 45, with 39 of them being boys. Since most of the girls picked dance and music, the rest of were stuck in computers.

My teacher was walking around the place, ensuring we were all doing our work. I cursed as I realized I had split a blob of blue ink on my perfectly white jeans. Frustrated at my carelessness, I decided to wash it off when possible. As I got up, I experienced a gut wrenching pain in my abdomen, and assuming it to be the result of my horrible lunch, I paced ahead to my teacher.

But as i got up, I was met with weird and disgusted expressions from my classmates, who were either giggling or whispering to each other and pointing fingers at me. Embarrased and insulted, I walked a bit faster, when the reason of their disgust struck me. 

My perfectly white jeans had now red. Panic set in as I wanted to cry out loud. Period. Great, Period.

I struggled at the thought of having to walk around with stained jeans. Ignoring everything around me, I took a deep breath in and headed to the door. With my careless and panicked movement, I stumbled across the floor; only to make an approaching Ryder Stinson to fall down. All my thoughts seized for a second as I made Ryder fall. Before his body could touch the floor, I stretched my hands, and he fell right in my arms. His books still flying in the air ; like ants riding butterflies ( since his handwritting was like dead ants zombie-walking). It wasn't like anything I had seen before.

He fumbled with words as he tried to regain his balance. I guess he was going to say something, but he stopped halfway as only a "What the.." escaped his lips. That's when everything returned to me. An expression of worry and embarrasment on my face; I ran past him, straight to the restroom. Ryder was probably laughing at me, and the very thought of that hurt.

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