Perfectly Crafted For You

12.

I woke up sad. I really don't want to go to school. But I work tonight so I have to go. My boss, aka the twin's mom, picks me up from school so I can watch the twins. I do love those little twins. They are so cute and full of personality.

I get up and get ready. I french braid my hair back so the twins can't grab it. I wear black nike shorts and black t-shirt. Slip on some black tennis shoes and little makeup.

Bentley is already in the car when I make it downstairs. So I grab my backpack and head out there.

We get to school with little talking which I am glad for. He tells me he'll pick me up at 10:30 tonight and I nod.

Hopefully I won't be the talk of the school still and I won't see Brody. Or anyone really.

I pray that Em is late today so they will all be late basically. Looks like I might have a little luck today. I make it to first period without talking to anyone. God bless.

Em and Skyla come in few minutes late. Ahh good. We small wave at each other. And then I mindlessly take notes for the rest of class.

Class ends and I pack up my stuff and walk with Em and Skyla to class. We small talk about nothing really. I think they can tell I'm in mood, but they don't say anything.

We make it to second period without anything awful happening. By the time class is over I know they know something is up.

We all go to get our lunches and meet like normal. I go as fast as I can so I don't see Brody. I don't know what Mitch told him about why I left but it couldn't have been good.

I turn the hallway my locker is on, and Brody is leaning on MY locker. Nope. I turn on my heels and decide to just not eat. That's better than talking to Brody.

I get to the table first and pull out homework. It will make sense if I say I have a bunch of homework. Right?

Everett gets there first and sits across from me.

"What's wrong?" He deadpans. He is like a brother to me. In every annoying way.

"Nothing, just swamped with homework." I say without looking up. He can read me too well.

"Bullshit"

"Language" I snap. Why can't I just be left alone?

"Then tell me why you look like someone shit in your sandwich."

"There is just a lot of drama around my umm, around my locker."

"What?" He is more confused than before.

"There is someone at my locker that I don't want to deal with"

"What is your combo?" He says standing up.

"7-1-8" Why did I say that? He walks off. Man I hope Brody isn't there.

Em sits down a minute later with Skyla.

"Where is Everett?" Em questions, he is always here first.

I just shrug, not sure what he will tell them. I'm not going to give anything away.

I dive back into my homework. About 5 minutes later Everett comes back and sets my lunch down in front of me. He gives me a look that I know means we are going to talk later.

He sits nexts to Skyla and puts his arm around her.

"Where were you? And why did you have Amzie's lunch?" Skyla asks while looking into his eyes. She knows he won't lie to her.

"Her locker was stuck so I went to pound it open." He answers without hesitation. Wow impressive. But I feel bad he is lying to Skyla for me. Fudge. I feel like a bad person. Which honestly I am.

"Oh that was sweet of you." Skyla says leaning into him, obviously accepting his answer.

Lunch continues and finishes with them talking and me doing homework and eating.

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School is finally over with nothing awful happening. I head to the library since school gets out at 3:45 and Marcy, the twins mom, won't be here to pick me up until 4:15. She would get me earlier but I don't want her to have to wait in the traffic or pay me when she doesn't need me on the clock until 4:30 so she can leave for work.

Luckily no one is in the library besides a few teachers and two random kids.

I pick a table in the back behind a bookshelf. So in case anyone does come in they won't see me.

I can't help but be on edge that Brody will walk in any minute. I don't know if Everett said anything to him, heck I don't even know if they saw each other.

10 minutes until Marcy gets here. Almost in the clear.

My phone dings, a text message.

Mitch: I told Brody you're Dad came and got you last night. And your dad didn't want to wait for you. That's why you left without saying anything to him. It's best if you just leave him alone from now on.

Why does Mitch assume I'm such an awful person? I mean I made them dinner last night. What would I have to gain from that? Well besides dating Brody... but why would that be such a bad thing? Like Brody is a big boy, the school bad boy in fact, I think he can handle himself. Ugh, I'm over this drama.

Amzie: Look, I'm not sure why you're acting like a child. I honestly don't care what you think or say. I'm going to do whatever I want. I suggest you lose my number and stop being such a dick.

I close my eyes and hit send. That was not me. That was really rude and risky. I'm done being walked on. I'm done being the nice girl. I'm done.

Marcy should be here any minute, so I pack up my stuff and head out to the front.

I see Brody waking out of a classroom. Why is this boy here at 4:15? He should be at home. He sees me and runs to catch up. Crap.

I walk faster to get away from him. But his legs are much longer. I'll just ignore him.

He is signing and trying to get my attention but I refuse to look at him. I just keep walking. Twenty more steps and I'm outside.

He steps in front of me to cut me off. But I side step and keep going. Like I said I'm done.

He looks confused, sad and pissed. Now I feel even worse. But he is the one who picked crappy friends.

He tries one more time to cut me off. And he signs 'what's wrong'.

I keep walking and he stops. My hand is on the door but I turn back.

"Ask your best friend"

And with that I walk out and get in Marcy's car.

We make small talk and she is as nice as ever.

I watch the twins, which is great. Then once they are in bed I clean up and do homework.

Marcy gets home at 10:30 and Bent is already waiting for me outside.

I get home, shower and go to bed.

I think I like the new me. The one who cares about herself more than boys or their stupid friends. Mitch never texted me back. Good

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