I wake up. The first thing I take notice is that my petite little girlfriend isn't next to me. I get up and walk down the stairs. When I got down, I was relieved. On the couch, layed my princess.
"Lexie." I sit next to her petite figure. No answer. "Lexiieee," I repeat. It was more like a whine and a groan mixed. After a couple of seconds, she continuesley rubs her eyes. You know when your eyes feel different in the morning so you rub them, yeah like that.
"Who dares to wake me up from beauty sleep!" She gets up. "Um, your boyfriend. Anyways, we have to get to school." I grab her hand and pull her up. "Ugh, that place disgusts me," she rolls her eyes.
I pull her into the bathroom and we get ready for school. Yes, we did take a shower together, it's not weird. I'm currently waiting for the princess on the couch while she does whatever the hell her morning routine contains.
I just notice the post it that is stuck onto the coffee table with diligent handwriting. It read,
Me and your father had to leave a tad early this morning, but help yourselves with some leftovers from yesterday.
-Mum or future mother in Law:)
I couldn't help but cringe by the name she given herself from me.
Before you know it, Lexie is already downstairs. "What's that?" She asks. "Its from your mom, she left it when she left for us," I reply. She walks over to me and quickly scans the mini piece of paper.
"I'm not hungry, lets just leave now." She says in monotone. They next thing I know, she's already out the door. You know, I was kinda starving, but whatever. I walk to my car to see Lex already in the car, figiting on her phone.
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Lexie:
We get to school and the girls come running to me immedietley, due to our conversation yesterday. I'm get yanked away from my boyfriend and he goes to the boys that were casually leaning on our lockers.
"OMG OMG OMG OMG!" Stephanie squeals. "GUYS I HAD THE WEIRDEST DREAM YESTERDAY!!" I look at her confused. Why is she bothering me about her dream. "I dreamt that Lex was preggy and we all became aunts!" She squeals once more. Oh. My. God. How many times is she gonna squeal.
Me and the other two girls shoot glances at eachother, knowing that we should probably tell her. We came to a consensus that I should probably tell her because it's my baby. "Steph, sweetie." I look at her sweetly wondering how I'm gonna break it to her.
"Steph. Erm... Uhhh" Her faces goes blank, then turns into a bright smile. "OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OM-" I cut her off by putting my palm against her lips. "Yes, I'm pregnant, but please don't tell anyone, especially Gray or the boys." I plead. It's like repeating a demand to a stubborn child over and over and over... I take my hand away from her lips and a grin appearing on her face.
"Nooowww I rememmbberrr" She says, stupidly. "Did you tell the him yet?" Before I could answer, someone interrupts. My baby daddy. Thank god he came before anything spat out of me.
"Tell him what?" He asked curiously, "And who is him." Putting enthusiasm on him. "Erm, Uhhhh," I try to find an excuse. I stare blankly at the sexy male infront of me. "Him; Taylor. Steph is planning to tell him about her little crush." Willow lies, making her nudge to her right which was Steph.
"Heyyyy. That was supposed to be a secrett" Steph whines. They're really good actors. Actually, to think about it. Steph wasn't lying.
He awkwardly walks away chuckling. The 2 girls start arguing about how it was supposed to be a secret and how it was an excuse while Brooklyn kept silent.
The bell rings and we all separated.
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Its now lunch. I tried my best to keep quiet the whole day. Although, Conner did notice something wrong because I'm usually really noisy.
I'm currently doing homework alone whilst all my other friends were eating on the other table. You may ask why I'm eating alone. Well, I need some space. Space to think. The girls understand that I wanted to be alone so they did that. Every now and then, they glance at me to make sure that I'm okay.
Most people that past me look at me like a serial killer. They're probably thinking I'm a loser, but I really don't care.
It's been 10 minutes into lunch and Gray is no where to be seen. He's 18, I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself.
"Need some company?" A voice calls out. My head snaps to that direction, revealing a tall gorgeous guy. He had chocolate brown hair. His eyes reminded me of the color of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket. He was attractive, but I'm not hitting on him.
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[Francisco Lachowski playing as Kaleb Pierce]
"Yeah sure," I smile. He sits down next to me, placing his stuff on his side. He wasn't that close to me though, he was at least a foot away from me.
He occupies himself with a composition book and a pencil. He flips through the pages, I can't help but gaze at the detailed images on every page that he flipped through. His hands stop flipping as he gets to a fresh page.
"You're into drawing?" I ask. I am so dumb. Of course he's into drawing! Did you not see those sketches. "Yeah. I'm actually into any kind of art, though drawing is my favorite." He explains. "You see, these drawings represent parts of my life." He shows me some sketches.
God he's so talented. I wish I was that talented.
"I drew this in freshman year when I was getting bullied by these guys, Carter and Jake. They got expelled because they threatened to kill me after I fought back. I thought they were kidding, but they weren't. A teacher caught them with guns in their bags the following day. I thank god they got caught." His story made me melt, not in the good way.
That's when I remembered. Kaleb Pierce. He was what everyone was talking about during freshman year. Who knew Carter and Jake were crazy? Gray was friends with them. He even introduced them to me when we were bestfriends.
"You're Kaleb?" He replies with a simple nod. I was too busy by the story to look at the drawing. My eyes glance at the hurtful image infront of me. It was Kaleb, with a gun against the side of his head. It was awfully detailed, but the concept distracted me.
"So, since you know my name, can I know yours?" He grins. "I'm Lexie." I chuckle.
