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I ran out of class so I could get to math. I avoided Grant on the way to Mrs. Hanney's class. I got in my seat and put my head down on my desk. I was having a killer headache. I didn't hear Mrs. Hanney announce 'Take a piece of paper out and write down the notes on the board'. Until, Rebert poked me with his pencil. What is it with people poking me? Do I have an invisible sign on my back that says 'POKE ME. I ADORE IT!'? I turned around to Rebert.
"What do you want?" I know it's not his fault that I have a headache. But, whenever I have a headache, I get in my 'bad mood stage'.
"Uh, never mind." What the hell was that for?
I nodded my head and turned back around and put my head back on my cold desk. Ah, that feels better. I was in dreamland for about 50 seconds, until Mrs. Hanney called on my name.
"Lacey! Stop sleeping around!" She yelled. Ugh, she just ruined my dreamland stage.
"I'm not sleep around, Hanney." I didn't pick up my head.
"Okay then. Pick up your head and write down the notes, please."
"Fine," I mumbled, knowing that I lost the verbal war.
I wrote down all the notes in 3 minutes. I didn't lay my head down because I didn't want to piss off Hanney today. She really needs a nickname. Oooh, I got one! Hanneykin! You know, just like that beer? Haha, I'm SO creative. Hey, Lacey's back to talking to herself! Yay, I cheered in my head.
School went by slow. I avoided Grant all day, until the end. He came up behind me and gave me the tickles. Oh my god! They hurt like hell, because Grant has hard fingers.
"GRANT! Stop! That. Hurts," I said, panting.
"Tell me why you were avoiding me. THEN I'll let you be."
"Can you let go of me? THEN I can tell why."
"Nope, I know what your gonna do. You're gonna run away to Alex. Then you're gonna tell him to hurry his little ass. Then you'll run to your car and race home." Damn. He knew me so well.
"FINE, I WAS AVOIDING YOU BECAUSE ONE, I had a killer head ache. TWO, I was pissed off at you and STILL am! You happy," I laughed at his expression.
He let go of me. "Why were you pissed at me? Was it because I didn't tell you what you were going to have to do to earn my apology?" Dammit! I hate this kid!
"Yup, sort of," I said looking down.
He pulled me into a tight hug. Did I ever mention that Grant is STRONG? I asked like a MILLION times 'Try out for football! You'd be a hot-gay-football player!' But he would only look at me just like how my dad looks at me to see if I'm lying (Which I am 70% of the time). Which is not bad, compared to Veronica or Alex! Whoa, Veronica lies 97% of the time to my parents (She's horrible at it).
"Grant. You. Should. Try out. For. FOOTBALL," I gasped.
"Ya, I know. But all the football players are jerks. HOT JERKS," We laughed together.
He let go of me. FINALLY, I screamed in my head. "Am I forgiven?" I asked.
"Yep, but you still have to the favor thingiee."
"Alright," I walked over my 'speacial' bench. I patted the space next to me, making a 'come and make yourself comfortable' gesture. He came over and sat down. "So, what's the favor thing?" I stretched my arms out.
"Well, you're gonna have to flirt with Logan-"
I interrupted him. "That's easy-peasy-lemon-squeezey!"
"You didn't hear the second part. You're also gonna have to, um, like him."
"As a friend, 'Cause I already still hate him."
"Uh, no, you're gonna have to LIKE like him."
"WHAT THE FUCK, GRANT!? Do I REALLY have to do that?!" I yelled. Good thing that the parking lot was almost cleared. I would've gone on a rampage!
"Yup, Mr. G and I made a bet after you left. If you LIKE like him, I get 2 A's on the next tests. If you don't LIKE like him, I get extra homework for a month."
"Sucks to be you, because I'll NEVER LIKE like Logan. He's a JACKASS!"
"Wanna bet?" Grant smirked. I hate this kid. Wait, scratch that. I REALLY hate this kid!
I thought for a moment. "Since you've been my BFF since forever, I'll TRY to LIKE like Logan."
Grant jumped up and down like a little kid high off of nerdz.
"Nerdz are awesome!" I yelled.
Right then, a orchestra nerd walked out right when I said 'Nerdz are awesome!'. He must've thought I was talking about Nerds because he winked and then whistled like a bird. Grant and I laughed out heads off. I should REALLY watch what I saw nowadays. You never know, if I say something random like 'Drunkies are amazing!' a drunkie could come up to me and try to rape me or something like that! Wow, I have a creative mind! Go Lacey!
I waved goodbye to Grant and went to my car. Alex was already in there with a person. I HOPE it's not a girl! I don't feel like listening to Alex and his slutty girlfriend making out. They're like what? 15? They shouldn't be doing hardcore making out?! That's just nasty! I opened the driver's door and got in. I looked in the backseat to find Alex and his friend playing their PSP's.
"Alex, who's this," I said.
"This is the new kid Robbie. Isn't Logan your older brother?" Alex asked him.
"Yup, and you're Lacey. Right," Wow! Robbie has manners! Better than Logan, who I'm going to have to LIKE like for Grant's sakes.
"Ya, it's nice meeting you, Robbie. Oh and by the way, your brother is an ass. I can't believe you're RELATED to him!"
"I know right? I can't believe it either. He's all nice around mom, dad, and other people. But when he's around me and Tessa, he's a whole another person. Pretty freaky," He said.
"Yep, are you spending the night?"
"No, Logan's coming to pick me up."
I started the car and started the long journey home to my whore-of-a-sister and to my all-to-giddy-parents.
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