Ch.4-School

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My head still killed from where my father took his anger out on me. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and lastly admired myself in the mirror. My hair was straight and I had baggy highwasted jeans with a striped shirt.

"Its the best it'll get." I said to myself.

I said no word to my father when I left. There was no point. It wouldn't be a good conversation anyways.

Since I had no bike, I walked. It wasn't that long of a walk. I entered the building and glared at everyone. I didn't want to be here. Same faces, new grade.

"Hey Jessie!" Beth, my bestfriend called.

"Hey Beth." I said back.

"What do you have first?" She asked.

"Algebra apparently." I made a gun gesture toward my head and she laughed.

I looked up to see a boy in a jean jacket with messy hair and converse standing by a locker.

"Bike boy.." I said under my breath.

"Huh?" Beth said.

"Nothing." I walked passed him and put my head down, avoiding him seeing me.

"Hey! Bike girl!" I heard the familiar deep voice said.

"Jesus christ." I said.

He soon was next to me.

"What do you want?" I said harshly.

"Dang." he said, carrying out the "g".

"Say, whats your name?" He asked.

"Jessie."

"Pretty. I'm Ethan."

"Can i have my bike back?" I mumbled.

"Maybe."

"What do you mean maybe? It's my fucking bike now give it to me before I sock you in the stomach."

"Whoa. If you go on a date with me i'll give you your bike back." I blushed but was shocked at his words. No boy has ever wanted to take me out.

"Okay I guess. But only because I want my bike back."

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