Boxer Girl Hates Mr Popular

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Carter Morris

What does this boy honestly want? We haven't talked in almost 6 years. And now two months before graduation of high school, he decides to run after me. And wait for me outside the girls bathroom.

"Long time no talk, Carter." He said, which caused me snap out of my thoughts.

"Don't give me that shit," I snapped. "Do you know how long its been since we talked?"

"I don't know, but chil-"

"I will not chill, Derrick. We haven't talked for 6 years, and now you want to talk." I say and step closer to him.

"Car, we're talking now. Come on best friend."

"One don't call me Car. Second, I'm not your best friend. Not never, Derrick. You left me in the seventh grade to hang out with snakes. Derrick Jones, I hate you. We aren't friends." I spat and walked passed him, into my next class which was right next to the girls bathroom. I sat down and ignored my Teacher calling my name.

"Can I call my mom, I don't feel good?" I raised my hand.

"Yes, make it quick." I stood up and walked outside, to see Derrick down the hall, face in his hands. I quickly called my mom.

"Carter, your supposed to be learning," My mom said into the phone.

"I don't feel good, can you call the school to give me permission to leave?"

"What do I get in return?" Of course she wants something in return.

"I'll make spaghetti," I smirked knowing she couldn't resist.

She gasped. "Okay, I'll text you when you can leave."

"Alright bye." I hung up, and looked back to where Derrick was, and he was gone.

"Looking for me?" He whispered, and I jumped.

"What the hell, Jones." I shouted.

"You still get scared easily." He stated.

"Yeah, and your still not my friend. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going home." I said, and walked to the exit towards my car.

"Why do you hate me anyway?" He ran up next to me.

"How would you feel if your best friend of 8 years, blew you off for, like I said, fake ass friends and boys with stds?" I exclaimed.

"Well, uh, I'd be pretty mad, but not for 6 years." He stated.

"You we're my only friend Derrick. I trusted you, I had a fun time with you. We did everything together. Derrick, I used to like you. But now, I cant stand you. Can you just leave me alone?" I exclaimed and walked away. I reached the door, and looked back at Derrick, who looked shocked and hurt.

My phone buzzed, and I looked and saw I was free to go. Don't ask him, Carter. You hate him. Remember that. I opened my mouth but closed it. And ran out to my car.