I swear school will be the death of me. I made my way to math class and I sat in my seat, which was next to Chase. Not that I mind.
Mr.Wilson told us to work with the people next to us to answer the questions in the book. Chase and I are in a arguement on the answer to number 4.
"Ava, it's 17."
"No it's not. It's 19, you wern't supposed to divide it." I argued.
Chase huffed and crossed his arms. I noticed how his muscles flexed within one movement. Stop it, Ava!
"Let's just put 18 because it's between our answers." He said.
I smiled and wrote down 18 and he did the same.
When I was done, Chase picked up my hand and examined it. "Has anyone ever told you that you have really small hands?"
"Um no." I said, confused.
Chase held his hand up against mine to compare and I didn't miss the tingles I felt. His hand was huge against mine but it felt right.
"That's okay." Chase said intertwining his hand with mine. "It's a perfect fit."
I looked up at him and blushed furiously. I smiled but it all ended too soon when the bell rang. He released my hand and I immediatly missed its warmth.
"See you at lunch." Chase said and smiled. I nodded unable to find any words.
I walked out and headed to my next class which was Social Studies. Throughout the whole class I couldn't stop thinking about Chase. He has taken over my mind. I still feel tingles in my hand and I never want it to go away.
I think I just might have a tiny crush on Chase Holt.
*****
It's lunch time, my favorite time of day. I headed towards my locker and when I reached it, my heart sank.
Right there, in front of my locker was Chase Holt and Ally Reed making out. I could literally feel my heart shattering into a million pieces.
My mouth opened but no words came out. I was speechless. Chase broke away from Ally and his eyes locked with mine. My vision was starting to get blurry with tears but I pushed them back. I was not going to give this boy the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
I was going to say something but instead, I shook my head and walked away. I needed to get out of there before I break. I heard Chase call after me but I ignored him. Soon all I could hear was me repeating over and over in my head 'do not cry' 'Avalon Jane does not cry'.
I made it to the bathroom and sighed when it was empty.
Stupid! How could I have been to stupid! I let him play with my feelings and I let my guard down and I start to grow feelings for him.
I groan and pull at my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened.
What am I doing to myself?
My heart has one job, and that is to pump blood. I don't know why it gets in the way of everything else.
*****
For the rest of lunch I went to the library. I cleared my head and got myself together. I was in gym with Emma and Abby but I almost forgot that Chase and Aaron were in this class too.
We had open gym and I had just finished telling Emma and Abby what happened. They were my best friends and I had to tell someone.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Av." Emma said after she hugged me.
"That little- where is he at?" Abby asked, looking around the gym.
I laughed and smiled at her, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. "Thanks guys." I said to them. I was really grateful to have friends like them.
They just smiled in return. "I mean, I don't know why I'm so upset. It's not like we're dating and he can do whatever he wants."
Emma smiled at me while Abby just nodded. I looked around the gym and I once again, locked eyes with Chase. He gave me an apologetic look but I just rolled my eyes and turned away.
This little problem is not going to ruin my day.
*****
Today is Tuesday so that means it's the first day of the creative writing club. I headed to the room and took a seat. There were really no familiar faces in here but that didn't bother me.
Mrs. Jones walked in and greeted us. "Okay, welcome everyone. This club is a place where you can write and express all the feelings you have. Writing is another form of art and it's a tool to express yourselves."
"To start off the first meeting you guys are going to write a small report about the dangers of this world. Be creative and take your time. This is not due until our next meeting and you can begin now."
I took out my notebook and started to write. Writing usually takes me time to do but right now it was easy because I had a lot of feelings to express.
Some of them were not good.
*****
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Teen FictionIt all started when I was trying to figure out which social class I belong in. In a stereotypical high school, there are always 7 groups. The nerds, geeks, jocks, populars, badboys/girls, cheerleaders, and last but not least, the mean girls. I belo...
