Don't deny it

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Since I figured this has been getting a lot of reads I would put a lot of effort into this story. :) instead of focusing on new ones that I'm doing but oh well on with the story.

And also ,sorry I have left this update long , I am having wifi problems , I tried to result to my 4G but that doesn't seem to be working so I'm sorry.

If there's any spelling mistakes my bad
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I went to sleep that night thinking of the grey eyed boy who had been playing on my mind for around 5 days now. The kiss still brought tingles to my lips.

I shouldn't be thinking of him. After all , I was the one saying I didn't want to see him again.

When all in all I did that because I was afraid that I'd catch feelings for someone who obviously wouldn't reciprocate feelings for me. Because I mean. Look at me , he wouldn't.

The kiss still brought a small smile to my face whenever I thought about it.

It had been a few days now , around 2 days since i had seen Blake. And I planned to keep it that way.

Now that brings us back to where we are today. In class with all of my new stationary. I could've sworn I was missing a piece but I did'nt think much into it.

"Angelica!" The teacher shouts.

I jolt upright , completely caught of guard , a few kids even laugh.

My heart hammers uncomfortably.

"The answer to number 3 please." The teach says glaring.

She knew I wasn't listening. I scan the question , to me it was just a mixture of numbers and algebra , something I didn't get. At all.

"Miss , if I knew the answer I would have put my hand up." I reply slowly

I hated it when teachers picked on you when you didn't even have your hand up. I'd Definitely put my hand up if I knew the answer to the fucking question.

"Maybe you'd know the answer if you actually listened!" She snaps slamming the board rubber down on the table. The full force of it causes a loud bang.

"Detention Friday!" She adds.

I throw my head back groaning. God I hated maths , so much. I slouch back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest with a grumpy look on my face.
I was now in a very unhappy mood for the rest of the day.

The bell rings and I walk out of my last final class of the day. I swear school days just seem longer and longer
"Hey Angelica." A voice quips as I'm walking down the hall with my backpack slung across my shoulder.

I spin around and smile , it was one of my good friends , katie.

I guess you could say I'm well known , I wouldn't say popular. Just known by everyone, it's like I'm relevant and people know who I am. But I'm not popular like all the other girls that have big boobs and bums. I'm kinda just there , and since I never really go to school you could say I'm just in the middle. Kinda there when I wanna be and not there when I don't wanna be, If that makes sense.