Should've Kissed You

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"Grace-Lynne Ventura! Where the heck have you been?!"

She knew from the moment that Anabeth first started talking that she was mad. For one, No one ever, EVER calls her Grace-Lynne. Everyone always calls her Gracie or Grace; and for two, Anabeth never came that close to swearing. She had sort of a broad range of vocabulary. But instead of worrying about it, Grace-Lynne kept her composure and handled it with ease.

She smirked as she watched Anabeth stand up from her brown bus seat calling after her. "Hey Bethy." she replied as she took her usual seat in the back of the bus. The seat in front of her had graffiti and holes, all thanks to Grace's set of friends. Grace-Lynne was about to put ear buds in when a hand yanked her arm. Grace-Lynne looked up to a pair of glaring eyes.

"How are you?" Grace asked Ana.

"How have you been?" she rephrased

"Excuse me?! Excuse ME! After not seeing you for 3 days and no replies to any messages or calls, you think a 'How have you been?' will suffice for all the anxiety I have gone through?!"

"Oh my dear goddess Bethy. Three days. Not very long."

"Not very long?? NOT VERY LONG?! Three days with old, mean, stinky Mr. Hennefer. Alone. Without anyone to draw boobies and unicorns and rainbows and short stories on the desk with me! Do you know how much I struggled?" Bethy finished with false exasperation and despair in her voice.

Grace-Lynne looked at Anabeth. "I swear I will explain everything later." "Promise?" replied Ana.

"I promise. I swear." Grace-Lynne said, holding out her pinky towards Ana. Ana took Grace's pinky in her own and smiled.

"Sleepover? My house? I'll supply the movies, you can bring the ice cream and Raman? You can tell me then? We can have a date night?"

"Are mom and Lance home?"

"Do you really think I would invite you over if that step-jerk was home?"

Grace laughed at Ana's description of her stepfather.

"True!"

They giggled and got up to get off the now very noisy and stopped bus.

"So. My house! At. 6? I have cheer till 5:45. See you in art baby doll!" Ana yelled at Grace as she walked away.

Grace smiled at her best friend walking with a little swagger in her step. Grace turned around and started walking to her first hour class. Orchestra, with Mr. James Gunny. And damn. She had to say. For a 23 year old, Mr. Gunny was one hot teacher. Within her first two steps she saw a flash of blue, streak in front of her and then felt the sensation of falling. Grace braced herself for the impact... But it never came. As swiftly as she had fallen, she was caught and pulled back up. Her eyes came directly in front of the most blue eyes she had ever seen. She stepped back.

"Uhm.. I have to go.. Thanks.. Bye.."

"Bye." replied the boy.

Grace-Lynne turned on her heel and walked as swiftly as she could away from where the accident had happened and then noticed as the minute bell was ringing that she was headed the exact opposite way she was supposed to be going. She turned quickly and sped to her first hour. 'Wow. What a great way to start now that I'm back.' she thought. She sighed and walked into the cello closet to get her supplies and go into her classroom.

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Hey guys(: just an authors note(:

I promise I will try not to have too many of these.!.!

Well. I'm sorry the grammar and spelling and punctuation isn't too great. But I will try to edit and make this the best I can. (: What do you think so far? Comments? Questions? Concerns? Confessions? (: leave me input (;

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Good things always,

-Jennifer