Milly's Wrath

{Part Fifteen}

Six months later (April)

"You think I’m gorgeous… You want to kiss me… You want to hug me… You want to love me… You want to smooch me… You want to hug me.” I sang as his hands gripped my waist tighter.

"I should of never let you watch that movie." Anthony responded as he leaned his head back on the locker.

"I would of watched it eventually." I laughed at him. "But don't act like it's not true."

"Nah..." Our noses touched as he forced me to look in his eyes. "I already love you."

"I love you too."

Right before our lips even brushed, "Shouldn't you two be in class?" Thinking it was a teacher, which would make it the third time we were caught out of class this week, we quickly separated from each other. We turned to see Kimbrea, who appeared to be thoroughly amused by the previous scene.

"I don't like yo ass!" I told her, placing my hands in the back pockets of my pants pocket and leaning back against her.

"Well, since you've been gone the last thirty minutes, Mrs.Lake sent me to make sure you were okay..." Kimbrea stopped walking as she was right in front of us. "So...are you okay?" I pushed her lightly in the chest. Her, being her usual over-dramatic self, dropped all of her weight on the floor and feigned pain. I laughed at her and a scowl painted her face as she stood up. "You are cruel."

I shrugged, still smiling. "I've been told."

"Whatever." The bell rung and the halls were quickly filled as the three of us stood in front of the lockers. She reached in her bag, taking out a thck packet of work and handing it to me. "Here's your work." She backed away, throwing up a deuce. "See you later!"

I was then turned back to face Anthony, sighing. Today was Friday, the last day before two weeks of Spring Break. "I'll see you at the party, okay?" He asked me.

"Of course." I reached up and pecked his lips.

"Call me when you make it home."

"Sure." We both went in different directions, him to the gymnasium for practice and me to my car. The drive to the house was quick, and as soon as I got in I went straight to my room and laid in the bed, plugging my phone in the charger and changing the setting to silent.

The last six months have been...quintessential. It's the only word to describe it, honestly. I look back sometimes, at what my life was like before being adopted, and realize just how cray it really was. Then I look at now,and I see minimal things wrong. I have...friends, who really do care, and adoptive parents, who were willing to take the place of real parents to a problem youth, and a boyfriends who...Let me stop before I go on a tangent.

T.D.O.C made it to Finals. We passed City, State, Regional, Nationals- all of them. There were some we did less then perfect on, and there were serious issues. One of our boys was expelled and thereby kicked off the team. Finding a replacement was hard considering it was right before State, and we eventually just had to re-work an entire routine. One girl was pregnant and her parents made her quit- this was before Regional. Then, in the same week as the Pregnancy Revelation, another girl dislocated her shoulder and wasn't able to perform. Then grades got the best of some, and in the end...we're down to ten people-Just able to qualify.

All in all, we made it to Semi-Finals with three less people then we started with. It wa s hectic, because I really meant what I said about every person being crucial to the dance. One person out of place was equivalent to ten. But we worked it out, and we did it, and now we're at Semi-Finals in a week. Along with Illusive.