Chapter4: Old Friends

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Sunday passed like nothing, I haven't talked to anybody from my my little brothers gym since Saturday. My phone was going off like crazy, and no surprise that it was Zane. He sent me a paragraph of how sorry he is, and said it had to be done or I would've become addicted, but of course I didn't text back.

Mark and I stood in front of the entrance to school as others stood around us, but still far enough to where they didn't hear our conversation.

"Did you do anything fun over the weekend?" Mark asked, starting a conversation.

"Not that I remember of." I think back to what happened Saturday. If only I could just have one more, I didn't need the whole box I just wanted one, but Zane's dumbself has to throw it all away, not leaving me one.

"Let's get breakfast, princess?" He asked already opening the door for me.

"Sure, but don't call me that." I giggled as he rolled his eyes.

"But I like the name." He smirked, and it was my turn to roll my eyes. We walked through the halls, but then he stopped as soon as we got to the entrance, causing me to stop next to him.

I looked at him curiously trying to figure out what he was doing. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him and kissed my cheek. I bit my lip trying to not blush, but obviously I did. I look around to see if he did that because of Alejandro, but my eyes stopped at Ricky and Chris.

"I'll be back, I just need to talk to someone real quick." I removed his arm and walked up to Chris as he looked at me with a bruised face.

"Hey." I rubbed my arm nervously.

"Let me guess, need another one?" He raised his eyebrow and smirked.

"How'd yo-?"

"I seen him throw it out." He replied before I could even ask how he knew.

"Oh." Is all I could say at the moment as he handed me another pack. "I'm sorry about your cheek." I muttered.

"No biggie, he's lucky he's your friend, we would have jumped him."

His gaze shifted from me to something behind me. I followed where he was looking and I noticed it was Mark, so I quickly stuffed the pack in my sweaters pocket.

I smiled at Mark, who looked a little pissed. Don't tell me he's jealous... wait, he can't be jealous, because I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like me. I turned back around to face Chris and Ricky, and they seemed to be getting ready to punch someone and that someone seemed to be Mark.

"Hey, princess, and princesses friends." Mark's pissed look faded into an innocent smile.

"Sup." Chris said as both him and Ricky slumped back against the wall. I thought they were about to fight or something, but I don't know why they would fight, they don't even know each other, yet.

"Princess?" Ricky asked raising an eyebrow at me as I roll my eyes.
We talked a little and they kept calling me princess and wouldn't stop, but then the bell rang so we went our separate ways to class.

"What did they hand you?" Mark asked rasing an eyebrow as we sat down in our seats. He sat in the desk in front of me.

"Huh?" I act like I didn't hear him, I just don't want them to be thrown away again. It'd be a shame for them to go to waste.

"I seen that they handed you something, and you stuffed it in your pocket." He gestured to my sweaters pocket.

"Oh... umm it's... nothing important." I said assuring him that it was really nothing.

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