"You missed homerun. You're gonna get a late pass for that," Hunter said, walking alongside me. The bell had just rang, signaling for our next class.
"And you missed half of the development that was supposed to take place when you were in your mother's stomach. Don't think they'll give you a late pass though. They'll probably just call you retarded," I said, winking.
Hunter looked startled for a second, then burst out laughing as Damon joined us.
"What's up babe?" He asked, winking at me.
"Definitely not your intelligence," I muttered.
"What was that?" He asked, leaning closer to me.
"Oh nothing dear! I just said you're a pompous idiot with a low IQ level and a high testosterone level," I said sweetly.
Hunter and Damon laughed, walking with me to my next class.
"See you after school right?" Hunter asked, stopping outside the door and looking down at me.
"Depends on how well you can see after school," I replied.
"Whaddya mean?" Damon asked, looking at me with boredom.
"It means I'm gonna gouge your eyes out!" I yelled, lunging at him with my hands up and fingers out like claws.
He jerked back and Hunter and I laughed as I stopped short, leaving Damon looking stupid.
"You're such a wuss," I laughed.
"You'd also jump back if someone lunges at you," he protested.
"Not if that someone is 5 foot 4 and you're 6 foot 2," I said.
"Move freak," Ashley hissed from behind me.
"Oh there you are! I was wondering if you'd gotten mugged again and was off school, pretending to die and disappointing us all when you'd 'miraculously' make a recovery," I said happily.
"Whatever," Ashley hissed, brushing past us and purposely bumping my shoulder.
"Ooo! Someone's on their period!" I sang.
Ashley smirked and I looked slightly shocked.
"This is for you," she smirked, handing me a letter.
"Is it your signed confession that you're a fashion terrorist and secretly gay? I just want everyone to know I called it!" I yelled, opening it.
"Freak," she hissed, stalking away.
"She is so on her period," I muttered, my eyes glancing over the writing.
My eyes widened, fear coursing through my veins as I read the two words in the center of the page, over and over.
"This...this can't be true," I muttered, fear lacing my voice.
"Ryann? Are you ok?" Damon asked, looking at me with concern.
"I...I'm fine pretty boy. Don't worry about. You should worry more about that math test you're gonna bomb," I winked, crumpling up the note.
I threw it in the bin, but that didn't stop me from seeing those words that seemed to have burnt themselves into my eyelids.
I'm back.
-C
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Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his a...
