Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

It was Friday and I couldn't stop thinking about Stacie's party. I was half hoping maybe she would actually acknowledge our friendship in front of others, but half expecting her not to. 

"Son, wake up or you'll be late for school." I heard my mom voice from downstairs. 

"I'm up, Mom. Just getting ready." I yelled to her. 

I buttoned my jeans and grabbed a grey T-shirt and my boots and rushed down the steps into the kitchen. 

"Sweetheart, eat your breakfast. You're getting boney." Mom told me. 

I looked down at my bare chest and arms. Tiny muscles poked through. 

"You call yourselves biceps?!" I screamed at my arms before putting my shirt on. "I'm fine mom."  I smiled at her. 

"You kids and your damned metabolisms." I heard her mumble. "What I'd give for one of those.." 

"Mom, you're beautiful. I wouldn't change a thing." I told her as I hopped around trying to put my boots on. 

"Thanks sweetie." She steadied me with her hand on my shoulder and giving me a chicken biscuit with the other hand. 

"No, Thank you, Mom." I took the biscuit and walked to the back door. "Love you!" I called to her.

I was walking around to the garage when something caught my eye. I looked out to the woods. 

At first I didn't see anything. I looked closer and thought I saw someone staring back at me. I tried not to think anything of it so I opened the garage and got into my car. 

"Shit." I hit the steering wheel with my palm as I realized I forgot my keys. I got out and went back in the house. 

"Forget something?" Mom said, pointing to a set of keys on the kitchen counter. 

"Love you." I smiled at her as I grabbed them. 

I walked back to the garage, looking out at the woods as I passed. Whoever was out there seemed closer. Before I could tell who it was they hid behind a tree. 

I ignored it. I needed to get to school. I got in my car and left but for some reason I kept wondering about what was in the woods. 

I got to school and met up with Timmy in the cafeteria. 

"I'm going hunting again tonight. Wanna come over?" I asked him, hoping he would say no. 

"Nah, man. I've got to work tonight. Maybe after Stacie's party tomorrow." He crammed a French Toast stick in his mouth. 

"Yea, okay." I was glad. I wanted to go alone and try and find whoever was hiding, if they were still there. 

The bell rang and we parted opposite ways to class.

I sat down in my seat and put my head down as Mrs. Lopez, the Spanish teacher, started lecturing. She always spoke in Spanish, like everyone automatically knows what she's saying. I never do. 

I tuned her out and ignored Baileys whispers. 

Bailey's a freshman and she's had a crush on me since I was in 8th grade and she as in 6th. I always try being nice to her but she's too young and annoying. 

"Jake!" I heard. I rolled my eyes even though they were closed. 

"Jacob!" she whispered from across the room. 

Mrs. Lopez ignored her and kept lecturing. 

"Jacob Lee Mason!" Bailey whispered louder. 

"What!?" I yelled, lifting my head and slamming my hands on the desk. Mrs. Lopez switched to English instantly. 

"Why don't you both just shut up?" she said, looking at Bailey then at me. 

"Sorry Mrs. Lopez.." I told her. 

"Why don't you and Bailey become partners for this project." She smiled. 

"What project?" I said at the same time Bailey squealed and clapped her hands really fast. 

"If you had been paying attention, you would know." She said. 

"You were speaking Spanish." I said. 

"This is a Spanish class, no? It's close to the end of the semester, so you should understand it by now." She said and kids snickered.

"If you would teach it right I'm sure I would understand it by now." I accidently said out loud. 

I heard kids whispereing and laughing with each other. Mrs. Lopez's face was red. 

I got up and grabbed my stuff. "Yea, I know. Go to the office." I mumbled as I passed her and left the class. 

I was hoping I would get in trouble and not have to be paired with Bailey for that stupid project. That girl was always causing trouble in my life. 

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