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For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about that druggie kid, Aiden. He had this massive coolness and edge to him which I lacked. We were nothing alike, yet I simply had this weird urge to know him.

"See you later Claines!" He smirks as we exit English class and he turns down the back with a pack of cigarettes in his hands.

Before I could even process anything, I see Maisy bouncing down the halls with a gleam on her pretty little face.

"Hey cutie!" She snakes her arms around my neck pulling me into a long kiss.

Maisy tasted like strawberries and vanilla Chapstick, her lips were like soft petals. She also always smelt like roses.

"Oh! By the way, how do I look today?" She does a little spin, showing off the way her tiny skirt twirls as she moves.

She had on a baby pink crop top that had a little less top more cleavage, and a mini white tennis skirt, with knee length socks and pastel Trainers.

"Good. " I smile, kissing her cheek sweetly as I take her hand so we could walk off to lunch.

"That's it?" She turns to me with a look of dissatisfaction. She tends to do that when I don't smother her with love enough.

"No, I meant, you look absolutely beautiful." I smile, reassuring her.

In a moment, her fleeting sadness disperses as she sees her group of friends.

"Hey girls!" She squeals running up to them with arms open as they embraced in tight hugs.

"Hey,"

"Hey dude," I feel a slap on my back. It was Marco and Rhys.

Marco was dating one of Maisy's friends, Ally. The two of them were always fighting but ended up making up by making out. Rhys was on the Basketball team. He dated Tasha then Tina then Tiffany then Teresa. He had a thing for girls with the later T.

We squeezed into a bench together, Maisy constantly going on about what a bitch Sabrina was in biology the other day. She goes on about "Sabrina the two faced bitch" as the other girls Ally, Amber, Nicky and Zaza nod in agreement. As for Rhys, Marco and I, we wandered off into our own conversation about movies and Soccer. I didn't know much about sports, so for that bit I didn't contribute much. Instead I was looking out for Aiden and his friends, just out of pure curiosity.

I finally spot them sat together laughing at some joke, throwing chips at each other. Aiden laughs, tossing his light hair about as his bright eyes glimmer. I don't realise I'm staring till Maisy smack my arm.

"Sorry-what." I blink turning to her as she rolls her eyes.

"God Chris. Sometimes you can be so oblivious." She says, twirling her loose braid around her newly manicured fingers.

"Anyway. We were just saying, whether you wanted to go to the movies, this Saturday." She smiles her glossy pink lips at me, fluttering her Long eyelashes.

"Urhh... I'd honestly love to," I begin, Maisy already tuning out as I start.

"I just need to take care of my siblings. Tangen has violin lesson which I need to bring her to and Zara, she..."

"You know what. You don't need to make excuses if you don't want to go." Maisy snaps, the rest of the table going silent.

Maisy looks me straight in the eye with her lips squashed together in her pout she always puts on when she's angry.

"You never have time for me!" Maisy stands up, making a huge scene in front of everyone. Because that's Maisy. A drama queen.

I stand up trying to calm her down, all eyes on the two of us. School's prom king and queen were fighting! Uh-oh.

"Maisy," I Whisper, placing my hands on her back.

"Don't touch me Chris!" She flicks her hair behind her storming to the girls bathroom as I stand there still.

All the other girls at the table follow her, grabbing their makeup wipes and handbags with them.

Marco and Rhys weren't much help. The two simply sat still and silent for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

The entire room had their eyes on me, for I moment I catch Aiden and he too has seen the entire drama.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 14, 2017 ⏰

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