Chapter 4: Brutally Murdered

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Right now I'm at the nature preserve with Jacob watching an eagle and supposedly taking notes. I just can't focus though. Every since we became partners, Jacob seems to be getting cuter and cuter by the minute! Is "cuter" even a word? I think it is because it ends with an "e". See what I mean!?! My mind keeps running off and OH MY GOD! THE EAGLE JUST BRUTALLY ATTACKED THE MICE!

"that was really gross" I say while making a face as if I ate something sour.

"It's a part of life. Don't you eat hamburgers? Oh and take notes on that. " He says as if he didn't just watch death come and sweep away the mice.

"Now that you mention it I might go vegetarian! oh and how do you spell 'brutally murdered?'"

"B-r-u-t..."

"I know how to spell it!!" I say through a laugh.

We're now watching a crow. To me it just looks like its trying to dance but can't quit find a steady beat.

"I'm surprised your actually working. You seem like the kind of person who would rather ditch school and blow off homework"

"Yeahhh that's what everyone thinks. Have you ever heard of the saying don't judge a book by its cover?"

"I'm sorry! it's just that..." He cuts me off.

"Is it because I'm so good looking and have amazing dance moves" he says as he does some little dance that reminds me of the crow. I'm kind of glad he cut me off though because I'm not sure what I was going to say.

"I bet the crows dance moves are better!" I almost yell while having a (much to big) smile on my face.

We look at each other for a second and then just laugh.

"I bet I can prove to you that I'm a good dancer..." he pauses. "wanna go to the dance next week with me?" I'm so shocked I can barely move. A boy. An actual boy (an attractive one too) wants to go with me! I might of paused to long because he looks like he thinks I don't want to go.

"Sure!" I say a little too loud.

"Great! Hey um I better get home, here's my number.. text me?" He ran off pretty fast. Maybe he was embarrassed. I don't know. All I care about is what to wear.

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