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Bellyache

"You were in my dream last week."

Natalie picked me up this morning. Today is her first day with her license, and I'm hoping to the gods that I don't die before I get to school. She parks outside of the school and jumps in her seat. She strokes the steering wheel, shaking her head in amazement.

"Can't you just imagine the adventures we're gonna go on?" I begin to feel excitement bubble up in my core. This is exactly what I need—a friend who drives. I basically have all the freedom I want now. So far, so good. I repeat that in my head,

So far, so good.

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I took my seat in chemistry, and immediately I knew something was off. Well, not necessarily off...but, uncomfortable. A group of boys kept gazing my way and laughing, but I just ignored it. I felt my palms sweating as they approached me. I closed my notebook and focused my attention on them.

"Hey millie," they all started laughing and punching each other playfully. "Gaten says he wants to butter your biscuit." They all laugh and Gaten looks away in embarrassment. My ignorance to anything sexual was getting the best of me...I had no idea what they were talking about but I assumed it was sexual. I sat there, legs crossed and arms folded. Not even a smile or a chuckle. I tucked hair behind my ear and looked away. I wanted to get up and run, but they would just tease me even more. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder and I jump. I tried to lean away but I got pulled back by Finn—who wasn't there a few seconds ago. He pulled me close to him and rubbed my arm in a comforting way. He smelled like classic Old Spice body wash...I kinda liked it.

"I don't think you should be saying that to my girl..." He taunted the boys and all of a sudden they became nervous. A few scratched their necks, and a few just said sorry. But what surprised me, was Gaten. He stayed behind with a apologetic look in his eyes. He looked between me and Finn and scratched his head.

"I just wanted to say...that I didn't say any of those things...those guys are assholes. I'm sorry." I showed my teeth awkwardly, in an attempt to smile.

"It's ok. Don't worry about it." With Finns grasp still around me, he looked over at me with a confused look. He let go and took out a pen frantically.

"Quick, give me your hand. This is important." He stared at me for a while until I understood what he meant. What the hell is this guy up to. I looked at my hand, then stretched it towards him. He grabbed it gently, which surprised me. He bit the cap off of his pen and held it in his mouth while he scribbled something down on the palm of my hand. His hands were extremely dry, but seemed sweaty all at the same time. When he was done, he spit the cap across the room and put the pen in his jacket. He gave me a smirk, but not just with his lips. His eyes looked like they were smirking too. Before I could even think about saying anything, he jumped up and left the room; all before the bell rang for first period.

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I flopped on my bed, more than happy to be in the air conditioning. I rolled over on my side and took a look at my hand one last time,

"I'm on your side, dollface. Shoot me a text or give me a call."

His number was written with a dash just beneath. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of texting him. He so strange but alluring at the same time. Maybe I should just text him and thank him for standing up for me today. Right? That's the right thing to do...right?

I felt the pit of my stomach drop before I sent the text. Why does he have to be so damn intimidating? I didn't even know this kid!

Me: hey it's millie from Chem...thank you for standing up for me today :)

I threw my phone to the other side of the bed and covered my face. I shouldn't have texted him...what if he wanted me to call him instead? I'm an idiot. I lay my head to the side, playing with the small stitched flowers on my comforter. I hear my phone vibrate twice, indicating that I got a text.

Unknown: dont worry about it, dollface ;)

My body shivered. A good shiver.

Me: is that your nickname for me? Dollface?

Finn: would you like it to be something else?

Me: No! It's fine. You can call me whatever I don't care.

Finn: so does that mean I can call you tonight? ;)

Me: that was smooth...and sure :)

Finn: score. Talk to you in a bit, dollface :)

I began to giggle like an idiot. Damn, what has come over me? I tried to tell myself that he's probably just trying to break my heart, because according to Natalia, that's all boys do. I thought about what Natalia told me, and I dialed her number. She picked up after the second ring.

"Girl." She knew I had news

"Girl" I repeated, but louder. "Do you know Finn Wolfhat...hat? Wolfhat?" She gasped into the phone.

"You mean wolfhard...and yea he's that weirdo/bad boy wannabe. What about him?" I tapped my fingers against my phone nervously.

"Apparently he's calling me later...what do I do?" I hear her getting excited on the other line. This night isn't going to end...is it?

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smooth, wolfhard.