PARTNERS IN CRIME → CARL GALLAGHER

chapter nine

I'M TRYING SO HARD TO BE MAD AT CARL, but it's so hard. He's always staring at me from afar, and I do the same. I missed talking to him, but every time I see him, he's with Holly. I'm guessing Hailey is behind all this. Even when I switch schools, she still manages to make me hate her more.

It's not a surprise Holly and Hailey are friends. I'm actually surprised they're not evil stepsisters. Sighing, I took a bite out of my stale french fry.

Debbie rambled on about some new random shit, while I zoned out. I stared at the lunch table hard, and flinched at Debbie's loud voice.

"Lucille!" She shouted, causing my head to snap up.

"What Debbie? Damn." It was obvious I was annoyed, you could tell by the tone of my voice. Her eyes flickered to her left, my right. I looked over, my eyes setting on Holly and Carl all over each other.

My teeth clenched and I wanted to scream. It was making me ask myself if this was because he wanted to make me mad or because he's just being Carl. Either way, I still wanted to kick him in the face.

I got up and walked out the door. Debbie's loud footsteps behind me made me stop. Turning around, I began rambling.

"God, why is he like this. He doesn't even know what he's getting himself into. Is he doing this to make me mad?" I stopped myself and looked at Debbie. Her eyebrow was raised, and she had a face.

"Lucy, I can't believe it." She shook her head, in what looked like fake disappointment. My face scrunched, and I already felt like I knew what she was gonna say.

"What?" I asked, kind of out of breath.

"You like him! You like Carl!" Debbie exclaimed, making my stomach have a weird feeling.

"What? Why would you even think that?" My eyes looked around, trying not to look her in the eyes.

"You know I'm right! It's so obvious." Debbie grinned, crossing her arms. The bell rang, making me sigh in relief.

"We'll talk about this later." I spit. It felt like she uncovered a secret I've been holding back forever, and it did not make me feel great. She is wrong, anyway.

I walked into the seventh grade english class, and went straight to my desk. My heart was hoping I didn't have to interact with Carl, but my mind knew I had to.

The last bell rang, and the kids settled down. Since it was Friday, they had a vocab quiz. I got up and began handing the quizzes out. God, this was gonna be a long period.

The door opening caught everyones attention, and I would've turned around but I didn't because I already knew who it was. I tried to quickly put the paper on his desk before he got there, but failed. I'm so close to skipping him.

Meeting his gaze after handing the kid next to him a paper, I slid his paper on the table hoping it would fall off. I continued to walk, but was stopped when my hand was caught in his. Please kill me now.

He had a grin on his face when I went back, and I was so close to slapping this boy. Before he did anything else, I walked away and yanked my hand out of his grip.

Once I got back to my seat, I began grading the papers on my desk. The teacher really doesn't do anything. I like to think of myself as the backbone of the classroom.

Carl's hand flew up, and I ignored, continuing on with my work. Mr. Walters sighed, and took his glasses off.

"What to you want, Mr. Gallagher." He questioned, probably knowing the answer already.

"I need help." He smirked, his hand going down. Mr. Walters looked at me with a guilty look. I slowly got up, seriously thinking of running out of the door to my bed. Carl watched me the whole way to his seat.

"What do you need help with?" I asked him nicely, a smile on my face. My eyes flickered to his empty page.

"Maybe you should write your name first." I recommended, the smile still on my lips. It took him a while to write it, and I looked down realizing he was staring at me.

"So you're not mad?" My eyebrows shot up, and I tried to keep my rage in. I felt my face heating up, and my face was probably red.

"No, Carl. I'm not mad at all. I'm honestly fine with you making out with someone who has bullied me since third grade. You know what, I'm honestly so fine, I'm just fucking perfect with it." I said, a huge grin on my face. My fists were clenched, and Carl's eyes went wide.

I walked back to my desk and grabbed my bag, and rushed out the door. God, I can't deal with this right now.

"Ms. Jenkins! Excuse me!" Mr. Walters yelled as I walked out, making me go a little faster.

Pulling out my phone, I called the person I trust most. Phillip Gallagher.

(a/n: holy fuck this is so bad and i haven't updated in forever i'm so sorry don't hate me. - safa)

(p.s. yes i'm rewriting this)

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