The Help (MB)

Chapter 12

*Penny's POV*

Today was pretty good,considering the fact that we hardly had work since we just took finals earlier this week. I walked to my locker,opening it and getting my social studies book out. I walked to my last class of the day,dodging people in the hallway. I walked into the classroom,and a few kids were already there. I saw Craig sitting in his same spot by the window,motioning me to sit by him. I smiled,making my way over to him. "Hey Prod." I said,using the nickname I gave him. "Hey Penny." He cheesed. I giggled,looking over to his friend he was talking to before I sat down. He was a brown-skinned,rather tall,curly headed boy. I smiled,doing a small wave,and he waved at me.

"Penny,this is Kionte'. Kionte' this is Penny." I smiled,and he looked at me,winking. I felt my cheeks get hot as he said,"Pleasure to meet you." I smiled wide,turning to face the front as the teacher took role. I felt his stare as she called my name,and I blushed once more. "Okay class,today we will be working in pairs. Your assignment is to write two paragraphs on the mystery of Roanoke Island. Write what you think happened,using your book for details. When you're finished,turn it into the green basket in the back. Make sure to put you and your partner's name on there. Alright,you may begin." Craig tapped my shoulder,and I turned around to him,smiling.

"Penny,you wanna be my partner?" Kionte said,looking at me with a smile. "Uh,sure." I said,chuckling. I saw Prod in the corner of my eyes frown up a bit. "Let's all work together." I said,looking at Prod and motioning him to move his desk up. He sat beside me,and we began,not really doing the assignment,but mainly talking about unrelated stuff. "Actually,I hate the color pink. My favorite color is red." I said,looking at Kionte' who guessed that my favorite color is pink. He'd been asking me questions the whole time,and making me laugh with his various jokes. We had one paragraph on our papers,but we didn't care. I doubt she was gonna even glance at the papers.

"Alright class,the bell's about to ring. Turn in your papers." The teacher said from the front of the room,typing on her computer. We stood up,taking our papers to the basket. "Can I have your number?" Kionte' said,looking at me and smiling. I blushed,writing my number on a sheet of paper and handing it to him. "Call me anytime." I said,smiling before walking out of the classroom as the bell rang. Prod and I stepped on the bus,sitting in our usual seats together. "Kionte' was really interested in you." He said,chuckling. "Yea. I think he's cute. Don't tell him that,though." I whispered,smiling wide. "Aww snap! Penny crushing." He said,teasing me. I laughed,waiting to arrive at our stop.

When we did,We got off,going into the house. I went straight to the kitchen,grabbing two bags of chips. I threw one to Prod,and he caught it,heading upstairs. "You're not going to watch tv with me?" I said,looking at him. He shook his head no. "What's wrong?" I asked,sensing something in his voice. He shook his head. "Nothing. Just tired." He walked into his room,shutting the door. I stood there looking confused. I knew he was lying,but I just left it alone.

*Amaya's POV*

I walked up the stairs,humming "Carry On" by fun. When I got up the stairs,I turned back around,going back downstairs. I entered the living room,plopping down on the couch and turning the tv on. I watched it for a few minutes,then something in the corner of my eye distracted me. I saw a little green notebook,then squinted my eyes,picking it up and trying to recognize it. I read the cover. "DO NOT OPEN! Property of Jacob Johnson." It had skulls drawn on either side of the words,and I smirked,flipping through the pages.

"Midnight Sun..."

"Painted on a napkin..."

"Peace and Love..."

I read a bit if his journal entries,and he really was a smart boy. He often wrote his feelings in poems,and regardless the weird ass title,they were really good. I flipped to one titled "Girl On Fire..." I read through it.

"I love the way she sits and thinks,

Is it nothing in particular?

Or does she love to do these things?

She laughs whenever I glare at her,

The way her curls bounce,

Oh,how I adore her,...."

I kept reading,smiling. Aww! Jacob's got a little crush on someone!!

"Her eyes sparkle like the stars at night,

The purple in her hair compliments her brown skin,

I can only gape at the wonderful sight,

We barely talk,we mostly bicker,

My heart rate gets quicker,

Everytime she looks at me,

Sometimes it even skips a beat,

I just want her to be mine at last,

The Girl On Fire..."

I slowly dropped the book a bit. Could it be possible? Surely,he was talking about another girl. But,who else has purple,curly hair? Who else fusses with him on the rare times they speak? I felt my heart flutter,and I raised the journal to my face,smiling. He is so sweet!

I felt the book being snatched from my hands,and I jumped,looking up to see a red faced Jacob,glaring at me. I widened my eyes. "Don't touch the damn book!" He yelled,still frowning at me. "You like me!" I blurted,standing from the couch with a wide smile on my face. His face dropped,his ears turning red as a tomato. "W-What are y-yo-" "Save it,Jake. You can't resist me!" I giggled,fluffing my hair a little bit. He turned,stomping away,and I grabbed his shoulder. "No! I'm kidding! I actually thought it was adorable! No one has ever written a poem about me..." I said,smiling wide. He kept his eyes on the floor,and I pulled his face up,facing mine. "It's okay. I like you too..." The words came out before I even thought it out,and I quickly kissed his cheek,feeling my own self blush. I turned,running up the stairs and to my room. I slammed the door,flopping on the bed. I groaned. "What the hell did you just do,Amaya?" I mumbled,mentally face-palming.

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