Another chappie for my loves. Sorry if it’s a little late J This is dedicated to my bestest of the best friends, PessimisticOptimism!!! Check out his first ever story here on Wattpad yeah? Thanks guys :* On with the story!!!!
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The four of us entered our last class for the day, history. I love this subject, I just don’t love the people I share it with aside from the girls. Most people chose this class because all they had to do was either google the answers or threaten a nerd’s all-ready nonexistent social life. Slackers and bullies. Ugh.
“Hello class. Today, I will be giving your project as well as your assigned partners for the said project.” The teacher droned on, but he was muffled by our groans. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care since he started pairing people up. I zoned him out until I heard my name.
“Rae Jones and Chad Lance” the girls sent me worried looks as I got up to sit beside my new partner.
“Hey baby-doll.” He said as a way of greeting. I scrunched my nose up in disgust.
“Uh, hey.” I said hesitantly, taking the seat beside his. He moved his chair so he could get closer to me. I moved my chair farther from his and he followed me. I huffed in annoyance and just let him be.
“So, about the project, I’ll have it done by tonight, get you to sign it by tomorrow and then we’ll hand it over together, sound good?” I asked him, cutting to the chase.
“Nah uh. We will be doing this together. I want things to be fair. And to get to know such a pretty girl like you.” He retorted, his face inches from mine. I had to admit, Chad wasn’t a bad-looking guy. On the contrary, he was hot. He could easily be a few steps below my brother and his friends. Below. Yeah. And he wasn’t dumb either. But there was just something so..sneaky about him. I couldn’t really pinpoint what it was but it was definitely there. That’s why I tried my best to steer clear of him. That’s gonna be harder right now.
“Okay.” I said, nodding my head and moving it away from his. I cleared my throat and motioned him to move away from my personal aquarium. He complied and we began discussing the project.
“Meet me tomorrow at 4 at Claire’s, alright?” he reminded me just as the bell rang. I nodded, gathering up my things.
“Great, it’s a date!” He called, quickly walking out of the classroom, drawing the attention of everyone who were leaving too. That stupid, sneaky little boy. Well he wasn’t actually little, he was like, 6’1. But still. Sneaky.
“It’s not!” I shouted back, clearly flustered. The girls looked at me with amused expressions and I shot them a glare, which made them laugh. They kept telling me I looked like a teddy bear when I glared at someone. Weirdos. I gathered my stuff and marched out of the room, the girls following behind me, still laughing. I instantly noticed people whispering and shooting looks my way. Which only meant one thing. I. Was. Screwed.
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“So, you’re going on a date with Chad Lane tomorrow?” I looked up from the pillow I stuffed my face into to find my big brother leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and his face portraying his ‘I’m-not-happy’ expression. You and me both, Blakey, you and me both. I grunted in response, letting my face fall back on the pillow and letting out another scream. The girls have been pestering me about the so-called date. Augh. And everyone kept looking at me like I was an art piece, judging me, wondering why Chad would take someone like me out on a date, no doubt. BUT IT WAS NOT A DATE. Why can’t anyone get it through their thick skulls?
