You don't know me

Chapter 3

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(Don't worry, that chapters will get longer.. i hope) ALRIGHT this is the third chapter, i hope you enjoy!!!!wooop wooop wooop...

Most traumatizing moment ever:

When I was like 9 years old I remember, that one day, i ate a lot of snacks, then when dinner came, I ate it all up.... but then in the middle of the night, I threw up my mash potatoes, and never ate it since....boooooooo!

oh and another one was when I went on a camping trip with my school, and my science teacher who was my group's chaperone, told us this scary ass story, something that happened to her in real life, about this Korean demon...because she is Korean (and it is real.) I was so scared that night, that I didn't want to sleep by myself the night, and slept on the other end of my best friend Taylor's bunk. So did everyone else. I was like everyone here's your flash lights before it started. It was interesting, but scary as heeeeellllllll.

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Next, Taylor and I make it to AP science. On my way right before the door, I feel a sharp pain go through my stomach, and hope it's not that time of month. Why, why do we have to be 'blessed' with all of the work of having our days, and all the other painful ordeals.

I remember one time when I was like twelve, was one of my painful ones, and I wasn't able to really get up, I laid on the couch for the whole four days, and every time, the time of month comes, i've been paranoid that it will happen again.

I walk in the door, like usual, I used to sit in the back, but Ms.Hershey said I was talking to much, and moved me to the front. I watch, not paying much attention to what she is saying, surprisingly, because this is my favorite subject, and my stomach starts to act up again, but nothing is really happening.

"Pssst, psst." I turn around and see a red headed girl who's name is Ashely."Aunt flow paid you a visit."

"What are you talking about"

"Uhhh, your period, it's on your jeans."

"Shit," I say loud enough for the whole class to hear. 'In my favor,' I am sitting by myself in the science lab table. Everyone looks at me with surprise, because i've never said a curse where the whole class or better yet the teacher heard me say it.

"Artist," Ms. Hershey says calmly, surprisingly, "please quiet down."

"Sorry, umm may I go to the bathroom?"She nods her head quickly. I've already copied all the work on the board, while everyone else writes it." Taylor, Taylor, can I borrow your sweater?

"Sure you can." She throws the sweater over from her spot on the other side of the classroom, but it doesn't make it all the way,and lands on someone. I look over to see who the person was who it landed on, and he (oh lord he ) lift the sweater off of his head ,and looks at me with a smile. Those eyes, i stare at him for like five seconds, but that is really long, and weird, but quickly look away.

"Um can you throw it over here...please?" I ask shyly. Whoa why am I acting shy?

"Here," he says, even his voice is sexy. He hands the purple sweater over to me from the next table over. I wrap the sweater over my waste and get up,and scurry out of the classroom. Before I go to the bathroom, I stop at Taylor's locker to get me some bottoms. She always carries something just in case. When I open it, I go through her bag, but text her just to let her know. I find some light washed shorts with studs on the pockets. Huuh, I would rather wear some skinny jeans and a shirt, but I guess this will have to suffice, plus I have to get the food from the bet me and Taylor made. I take the shorts, pad, a plastic bag, and a pare of clean unides, I somehow found in my bag, and run to the bathroom. They are close to the science rooms. I am in such a hurry that I forget to grab my bag, but forget that now. I am running, but I have my had down. Right as i make my way to turn the corner to the girls bathroom, I bump into someones chest. A hard chest....not a girl. A good smelling, muscle-y chest. I look us slowly, and am met with the familiar eyes I've learned to love to up close in this one day.

"Whoa there, you ok?" he ask and smiles down at me. "Hey I remember you."

"You do?" I reply...stupid, stupid, stupid. Of corse he does, he saw you this morning.

"Isn't your name Artist?" I am completely surprised by his actions, because he is a boy, a teenage boy with raging hormones. Im surprised he isn't doing what all of the other boys do.

He looks down at my hands. Then I look back down at my hands. And I forgot the things that were in my hands. Yes you guested right, the important stuff. He snickered, and I felt my ears go completely red. My face got overbearingly hot, and I want able to stand the close but far distance of our face.

"Im sorry, but right now, I have something important to take care of, do you think you can move out of my way?" I was even surprised by what I said, because, maybe it was the clothes that was changing me, or maybe it was the constant cramping, but whatever it was, I knew it wasn't myself at all.

I get into the the dark blue bathroom, and make it to big stall at the end of the bathroom. I change, into everything new except my shirt, and then come out of the stall to clean the stain on my pants, the best I could with a brown paper towel and water. I really don't want to carry this all day, so I call my mom, who has a day off of work today, oh wait, but she does have to go look at some baby things with my aunt, because she is have a baby soon. "Sigh, things are just working in my favor today aren't they?"

(Yes, this is suppose to be in quotations: she is crazy...)

I bundle / fold my clothes, and put it under my shirt. I quickly back to the classroom and stuff all of my bag. "Ok class" Ms. Hershey said in a very loud voice that corrupted me from what I was thinking about "We are going to have a project." I look at Taylor with a smile on my face, because we always do projects together. we have that special connection. We have to claim each others partnership before anyone else ask...so we don't have to feel bad if we decline. Ms.Hershey is the best.

"But this time, I am going to pair you guys up. I want to see how you guys are able to work together." Are you serious, what kind of bull is this. Damn she was the only teacher I was really starting to like this year.

"Femme is going to be pairs with Adam." Who names their kids femme, for all my non freanchies out there who no what is means, she doesn't look like one to me. She still looks like a little girl...woman my ass.