Paper Balls

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Chapter 4

Paper Balls

Just ignore him, I kept telling myself. The class began and the teacher, Mrs. Sanchez, started ranting in Spanish. I had no idea what she was saying. Since I couldn't focus on her lesson it became increasingly hard to not focus on the male goddess next to me, especially since he kept throwing paper balls at my head. When each ball collided with my head I kept mumbling, "I hate you." I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you.

After the seventh ball hit my head I was furious. "What!" I scream-whispered to him. "Hi." He said with a big goofy smile on his face. I wanted to smack it right off. I let out an aggravated snort and tried to distract myself. 'Smack,' and another ball hit my head. I just looked forward trying not to acknowledge him.

He slipped me a note. 'You're ignoring me.' Well know shit Sherlock! 'You're annoying me.' I quickly scrawled back and slid it over to him. Our notes kept going back and forth through out the class.

Why are you ignoring me? -Carter

Why are you annoying me? -Cassidy

I asked you first. -Carter

I hate you. -Cassidy

And how did you come to that conclusion? -Carter

I just know. -Cassidy

Well isn't hate, love in disguise? -Carter

How cliché, but personally all I feel is pure hatred. -Cassidy

Love me or hate me, either way I'm on your mind. -Carter

Love is the heart not the mind. -Cassidy

Then why aren't you listening to your heart? -Carter

The bell rang. I didn't know what to think of our conversation. He was right in a way. I was done listening to my heart. It had screwed me over and I am not ready to forgive it.

I walked into Honors World History completely out of it. I didn't even realize I was sitting in the classroom until Jennifer started tapping my shoulder. "What's on your mind?'' She questioned. "Nothing important" I retorted. She nodded and reverted her attention to the teacher.

Mr. Lancaster was a stalky and willowy man. He looked very old and withered. He talked slowly taking deep breathes in between each sentence. He couldn't have been more boring.

The class passed by like molasses, but I finally heard the screams of the bell indicating my freedom. I busted out the door craving the comfort of my home. I walked outside breathing in the warm air. I could tell the effects of our brutal summer had not worn off yet because it was still blazing hot.

Within a minute of my walk home I could feel the sweat trickling down the small of my back. Why must it be so damn hot! I heard the rumbles of a motorcycle escalate in volume as it moved closer and closer to where I was located.

The motorcycle slowed down next to me and I didn't have to look to know who it was. He had gotten the motorcycle as his 16th birthday present. I remember how he used to drive it up and down the street all the time. The motorcycle came to a stop and l looked over at Carter.

"You need a ride?" he said. I really did not want a ride, but the heat was killing me. "That would be great, thanks." I said. He handed me a helmet and I hopped on the back of his motorcycle. I put my hands on his shoulders and waited for him to take off.

After a few awkward seconds he said, "You are going to fall off if you don't hold on tight." "I got it." I said gripping his broad shoulders tighter. "No you don't." He said. He took my arms off his shoulder and wrapped them around his stomach. I tried resisting, but he held my arms firmly in place and I finally gave up and just relaxed into him. I felt butterflies bloom in my stomach as we took off.

We sped down the street and as the wind cooled me down. I saw my house come into view. We came closer and closer not slowing down and soon we passed it. "Carter you missed my house!" I yelled over the wind. "I know" he responded. "Then where are we going?" I asked. "Somewhere." He stated bluntly. Great, I was stuck on a motorcycle with a messed up guy going who knows where.

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Yay and update sorry it took so long I just promised myself that school is more of a priority then this.

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