Never Before(Nash Grier/Jack Johnson)

Chapter 6

*Haven's POV*

I woke up on a damp pillow, my face still faintly tear-stained. I yawned and glanced over at my clock. It read, "5:30AM," way earlier then I normally woke up. I clicked on my phone to find a notification that I had 6 new messages. As I scrolled down the list, I felt another round of scorching tears approaching.

From: Nashypoo
Hey...

From: Nashypoo
Answer please?

From: Nashypoo
I'm really sorry Haven😣

From: Nashypoo
I know... I'm an idiot. You probably hate me right now

From: Nashypoo
😭

From: Nashypoo
Sorry for all these texts. I'll stop now. I guess we're done.

When I read the last one, I screamed and chucked my phone at the wall. It left a small dent but I didn't let it bother me. Luckily, my case was like a tank, so my phone was fine. I left it there as I put on a black camisole, a loose grey A&F top, and ripped grey leggings. When I went downstairs, my brother gave me a haughty glare. "Why up so early, loser?" He snarled. "I set I alarm early, idiot!" I lied back, punching him lightly in the arm. "That's all you got, baby Haven?" He said in a childish tone. "Not even close!" I yelled, reaching over the kitchen table furiously. My mom managed to cool things down between us, just like almost every morning, and I ate my waffles in peace. Afterwards, I did my usual bathroom routine, grabbed my backpack, and reluctantly headed towards the looming bus stop ahead.

*Nash's POV*

"Still thinkin' 'bout that girl?"
Hayes stared me down with his curious blue eyes. "Damn, I really messed up," I muttered. Hayes rolled his eyes. "It's obvious she likes you," he stated. "Not in the way I like her. She's the first girl I've really liked since..... " I didn't dare to finish. Hayes knew who I was talking about, so he didn't question it. I tossed my dirty plate in the sink and went upstairs, putting on grey shorts and a white lacrosse tee. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and peeked out the window. Haven stood at the bus stop alone, a blank expression on her face. I gulped as I opened my door and left stepped off of my porch. Haven turned to look at me, but looked away before I could smile at her. As I walked up, I tried to make eye contact with her. "Haven, please forgive me," I pleaded. "Of course I forgive you... It's just..." She turned and our eyes met. Blue on Blue. "I should be the one apologizing. I was rude to pull away like that. Wanna just put it behind us?" I gave a small smile and nodded. "It's already a mile back." The bus screeched to a stop before us just as Amanda arrived. I sat with Haven in the back, leaving Amanda to herself. Everyone crowded her to sit, but she denied all of the begs. I could tell Haven felt bad, so I gave her a warm smile that she returned. The bus ride flew by. Soon we were making out way through the chaotic mass of high schoolers. Haven waved as we parted ways, her to her fancy locker and me to my beat up locker, E11. I tossed my bag inside and pulled out my Trigonometry textbook, science textbook, my agenda, and a few notepads. Slamming the locker door shut, I left for Math, the most exciting class of the day😴.

*Amanda POV*

I was a bit annoyed with Haven for ditching me for Nash on the bus, but I forgot it as soon as History class began. It trudged along as usual, me taking notes and the teacher babbling about the current lesson. All was like that until I felt my phone vibrate. Thankfully, the teacher didn't notice since I was in the back of the room. I quietly pulled it out of my pocket and it said that I had a new message. I read the text.

From:CrayJ😋
Hey Amanda Powell😉 How's it goin?

I smiled and punched in a reply, hiding my phone from the teacher's view.

To: CrayJ😋
Aren't you in school???

From:CrayJ😋
Nah. I took school off to come here. Hby?

To:CrayJ😋
In History now. Hours of yawn-worthy subjects. Definition of high school.

From:CrayJ😋
Fun👍 Wanna meet later?

To:CrayJ😋
Starbucks 4:00. You'll figure out where it is. See u latr

From:CrayJ😋
Sounds great. See you later, Powell👋

"Amanda! You haven't answered one in a while! What is question 6's answer?" Ms. Carlson's soft voice made me snap back into History class. I shoved my phone into my desk. "The Great Sphinx?" I answered hastily. She shook her head as I slightly cringed. "The answer is Egypt's pyramids. And that's all for today. Page 607 is homework. Have a good day!" She slammed the answer book shut, and I did the same with my textbook and workbook. I carried the two to my locker where I tossed them in with my bag and headed for woodshop.

*Haven's POV*

I started school with History, same class as Amanda. The class was dragging on and on, and I nearly cheered when the bell rang. I put my stuff
away in my broad locker and headed for science. The class wasn't horrible, maybe even a bit enjoyable. The teacher, Mr. Parkson, made a joke out of everything, giving the class a warm, welcoming reputation. It ended too soon, and then I was on to my next class. It went like that until the final bell rang, and then the morning's chaos began again. On my way to my locker, I nearly ran into Jason again. "Hey! Haven, right?" "Jason! How've you been?", I asked, enthusiastically. "Good", he gave me a warm smile. "You?", he looked at me. "Good, yeah", I looked back at him. Our conversation was cut short by that bell that was supposed to save my life, but now was ending a conversation with a guy that could make me smile. "Well, my ride is here", I laughed, nodding my head over to bus 138. "Oh. Before you go though...", he brushed his hair, "um.. would you maybe wanna go do something this Friday?" He was obviously shy about it, but he was a sweet boy. "Sure!", I smiled. "Do what?", I questioned curiously. "Maybe ice skating??", he said trying hard to hide that he loved the ice. "Yeah, I love the ice. You play hockey, right?" "Yes-" he slowly hissed. "Okay, see you tomorrow then!", I laughed as he returned the goodbye. I walked up to my bus and remembered how all hockey's players are crazy attractive.

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hockey players are hot

~havenyo & mandibear