But It's a Guy Shirt

Chapter 5: History Project Partner

     I focus on grabbing all the fries on Jade's tray while she's in the bathroom.

     "You know she's gonna kill you, right?" Paris says, watching me act like an idiot.

     I nod my head in reply, still grabbing fries.

"She's coming," Paris whispers, and I quickly stop.

Jade walks over. "I'm back," she says breathlessly. She stares at her tray for a few seconds, then looks up at me.

"You're such a pig," she says, then quickly grabs a few fries off my tray.

I try slapping her hand away, but she already ate them. She gives me a smile of triumph and pats my head.

"I got more fries than you, anyway," I say. And then something catches my attention.

I see Alex, wearing the shirt that should've been mine. I hate him so much.

He walks out of the cafeteria, making his way to the library. And for some apparent reason, I decide to follow him. He takes a seat at an empty table.

I take a seat in front of him. "Hey," I say.

He looks up at me. "Oh, so now you want to talk to me," he says, seeming amused.

"Shut up. I'm here to ask you why you've been talking to me lately," I tell him, resting my head on my hand.

He raises his eyebrows. "What do you mean? I can't talk to a friend?"

I roll my eyes at him. "You're not my friend, dumbass."

He laughs. "Sure."

"No, I'm being serious," I tell him with a straight face.

"And why?"

I smile at him. "Because of you."

He raises an eyebrow at me.

I continue giving him a fake smile, as I slowly realize what I'm doing. I'm fucking talking to him.

     My mood immediately changes. "Uh, I gotta go," I mumble, standing up from my chair.

     And he notices my sudden change. "Wait, Ivy."

     I pretend to ignore him, as I make my may back to the cafeteria. I collapse onto my chair, trying to catch my breaths.

     Jade looks at me curiously. "We're you jogging laps in the library?"

     I don't respond. I rest my head on the table, taking deep breaths.

     ~

     I stare at the clock, waiting for school to end. As the bells finally
go off, everyone crowds the hallways. People are pushed, shoulders are shoved, and shouting can be heard across the hall.

     I struggle to make my way to my locker, when someone shoves past me.

     "Watch it, white bitch," I hear them call out.

     "My bad," I mumble, rubbing my shoulder. I comb my fingers through my blonde hair, continuing to make my way to my locker. I reach out my hand, planning to put my combination in.

     A hand slams onto my locker. "Hi."

     I look at the person, and it's Margo.

     "Hey." I smile weakly.

     She quickly pulls her hand back from my locker. "Sorry if I scared you. I just wanna ask if you have a partner for the history project."

     "Oh, I was planning to work on it alone," I reply, trying to put in my combination again.

     "Please," she says quickly. "I really wanna work with someone."

     "Um, okay. Fine," I mumble, opening my locker.

     "Thanks," she says, giving me a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

     I let out a sigh, and turn to my locker.

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     A/N: Hi. I don't know how I feel about this chapter. I hope it's fine. Sorry it's short (and like I took so freaking long) but I'm pretty busy with school. Don't worry I'll find time.

And I'm trying to make a new book, too. 😅

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