Used (Flamingeos fanfiction)

Chapter 7

The end of fourth period finally comes around. I jump up from my seat and head to Sam's class so we can walk to my locker together.

I don't think I'm going to tell them that I'm pretty sure Juwany has my phone. Only for the fact that I still need proof.

But the other part of me wants to scream it out to the whole school and break down. There's so much private stuff in that phone.

And if Juwany is as selfish as Noah says. I'm pretty sure I'm never getting that phone back.

If he is as selfish as Noah says then I can kiss my phone and all my "secret" stuff goodbye.

My life would be just as fucked up as it was at my other school.

"Hey." I say as I approach Sam.

"Hi. I was able to look at the videos."

"Ooh." I mumble. I'm not really sure if that's a good thing yet.

"I couldn't see who the person was. But it was a male."

"Did you get the video?" Noah asks suddenly making me jump.

"Did I scare you?" He smirks.

I playfully hit him in the chest which I quickly regret. But he doesn't mind. He playfully grabs his chest and pouts in the most cutest way possible, "I thought we were cool."

I roll my eyes, trying my best not to crack a smile.

"I got the video." Sam responds with a slight chuckle. She pulls out her phone and hands it to Noah.

"Don't look at it yet! Just put your numbers in my phone and I'll send them to you at the end of the day."

Noah nods and puts his number in. Then he gives it to me to put my email in.

"Ready to head to my locker?"

"Um..I can't today. I have to answer some questions about the fundraisers I'm trying to host. I'm sorry." Sam frowns.

I shrug and wave my hands signaling her not to worry about it. My eyes then go towards Noah as I wait for him to answer my question.

"Of course"

....

"Soo.." Noah says, obviously trying to start conversation.

"Soo" I mimick.

"What school did you come from?" He asks.

This question cause my heart to beat out my chest. I don't want anyone knowing about my old school and my past.

I continue to the stairwell.

"Okay.." he begins, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just don't want to talk about my old school. I want to forget everything about that place."

"Bad history huh?"

"You have no idea." I chuckle. Mostly to myself than to him.

He throws an arm over my shoulder as we head downstairs which makes my heart beat out my chest worse then before, "I know how you feel though, I want to transfer and never look back."