Chapter 8
“No texting in class,” my sister smugly said, snatching my phone out of my hand.
“Class is over,” I replied trying to grab it back, but she was too quick for me.
“True, but I’m still going to keep your phone,” she smirked.
“No, you’re not,” Will grinned, grabbing it from her hand. “Here you go,” he said holding out to me.
I snatched it from his hand, turned on my heel and heatedly walked out.
“You’re welcome!” he yelled from the door. Why did he always want to help me? It’s like when I was there for him, he never wanted to be with me, but now that I’m moving on with my life he won’t leave me alone! And he wanted a thank you? Hell no.
I was still ranting in my head when I full on walked into Sebastian who was writing in his journal. I had been walking into people a lot lately! A bunch of loose papers fell out of his journal and he scrambled to pick them up.
“I am so sorry!” I said attempting to help him pick up his papers.
“No, no, it’s OK,” he replied hurriedly gathering them up. I picked up a paper and saw that it was an amazing sketch of me looking at the waves at Vivian’s house.
“Did you draw this?” I asked amazed.
He started blushing. “Yea, I know it’s-it’s weird, b-but…”
“No, it’s amazing,” I interrupted his stuttering. “I mean, it’s a little weird that you drew me, but this is such an amazing drawing. Do you mind if I read the poem under it?” I asked noticing the little writing beneath the picture.
“It’s not finished and I’d rather, you didn’t…”
“Oh come on, don’t be so shy,” I smiled.
“Well OK.”
A beautiful smile for a beautiful face
Of a troubled girl who feels out of place
A lively spirit, but a wounded heart
Her soul is the dance and her life the art
“That’s beautiful,” I smiled. “Who’s it about?”
He hesitated. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “Please don’t tell anyone about this, OK?” he said giving me his sullen look once more. I nodded. What was up with that guy? One minute he was all shy and cute and then he was all brooding and sad again! And an even better question, what was up with this guy?
“You owe me,” Will smirked, walking up to me.
“For the phone?” I asked. “Here, take it.” I handed it to him and swiftly walked off, but Will was the quarterback and on the track team and on the soccer team, so he wasn’t a slow runner.
“Talk to me Jade.” I ignored him. “Talk to me,” he took hold of my arm.
“Don’t touch me,” I spat.
“Fine,” he retorted throwing his hands up. “I tried.” He backed up, grabbed Ashley, who was talking to Vivian by the hand, twirled her into a dip and kissed her. Hard. I could feel my temperature rising. It took all the willpower in me, not to walk up to him and smack him.
“What’s going o- oh whoa. Is that Ashley?” I heard Cameron comment on the make-out session.
“Yep and uh, what’s his name,” I loudly retorted. That got Will’s attention. He lifted Ashley who was hanging on to his neck, off of him. I walked over to Will. “That. Was lame.” I grabbed my iPhone out of his back pocket and pushed past him. Why did I ever like him?
I felt a smack on my ass and quickly turned to see a smirking Will.
“I love it when you’re angry.”
“Well then you’re about to love me a whole lot more. What the hell is your problem? Can you tell me that?”
“You wouldn’t talk to me, but now you are, so we’re good,” he grinned.
I’d had it with his annoying ass. I slapped him. It was so loud everyone in the hall heard the Smack! as my hand connected with his face.
“Forgiven,” I whispered so only he could hear and left him standing there grinning like an idiot. Hell, I was smiling like an idiot too.
Going through all that just to get my attention was Will’s weird way of apologizing. I was glad we were on speaking terms again because honestly I’d missed him and was tired of being mad at him. I smiled all through History and Art and figured nothing could ruin this day. I was so wrong about that.
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