Part 7- Smarter

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"Push and pull and then it's grabbing me, feel it in my bones.."

- Shawn Mendes, "Something Big"
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"Isabelle, hurry up!" I shout from the car.

She always takes so much time adding makeup and picking what to wear that I get mad at her. We are always late.

This morning I just opened my drawers and took out a dark green crop top, my black leather jacket, some black ripped jeans, and my combat boots. I dressed up, ate a sandwich, brushed my teeth and I went to my car.

I honk and she comes out running. She was wearing a white crop top, light blue high waisted jeans and some sandals.

"All that time for that?" I said and she just rolls her eyes. I press the gas pedal and drive to bakery.

A couple of minutes later, we get to the bakery. As I walk to the front door with Isabelle, I hear my mom laughing.

"Hello?" I said, opening the door.

"Hi honey! I was just laughing at this young man's joke" she said, still laughing a little.

The guy turns around to reveal- seriously?

"I told you I have many talents" Shawn said smiling at me. I blush a little.

"What are you doing here Shawn?" I ask, walking to him.

"You two know each other?" My mom asked.

"He's the new kid in my class" I said.

"Oh my God!" Isabelle said, walking to him.

"You are the guy that-" she said, squealing but she stopped talking when I stomped her foot, hard. She whimpers.

But it was too late. Shawn had already a grin plastered on his face.

"Well, it is even better that you know each other" my mom smiled.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I just hired him at the bakery as a waiter" she said.

Well shit.

"That great" Isabelle says.

"I ship it.." I hear her say under her breath. She is so dead.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" I said and walked outside, Shawn following behind.

"Really?" I said when we were outside.

"What?" He said, looking oblivious.

"I need a job and here I have it" he said.

"Of all the places in the state, you pick the bakery were I work?" I said, mad but a little side of me wanted him to work here.

"Yes, because your muffins are good" he said and chuckled.

"You are so immature!" I said and punched his shoulder. He laughs more.

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