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*ive been babysitting my little cousins for my community service hours and it's both emotionally and physically draining. The oldest one gets in moods and the little one is always having an explosion of some bodily function. Yesterday she threw up today she pooped, I'm soooo dead.
"I'm about a minute away from burning your whole bag."
"Go ahead, maybe it'll make me feel a lot less like shit."
Stan and I were at our lunch table, waiting for our friends. We slowly began pouring into the tables, all except Richie and Beverly. Bev came in next, talking about the homecoming game on Friday, homecoming was at the end of month, which is in two weeks.
Richie then suddenly came bursting through the doors and jogged over to our table, planting a kiss on my temple and sitting next to me. He was a panting mess and his glasses were fogged in the area closest to his nose. Sweat coated his forehead.
"What'd you do run a marathon?" Bev asked sarcastically making me look at her with a smile then back to my boyfriend.
"Bowers, all around school, tired." He heaved, I furrowed my brows as I tried to repair the broken sentences. Bowers chased him around the school, that's why he's tired.
I felt this intense gaze upon me as I rubbed Richie's back and gave him some of my water. I even fanned him with my notebook as he tried to air out one of his iconic tourists shirts. I looked around a bit but still didn't see anyone, not even anyone who was just extremely tired and had been daydreaming whilst they happened to be staring at me.
"Are you alright?" I asked as e finally calmed himself down enough to regulate his breathing. He nodded and put his head down whilst the rest of the Losers made comments on how he should start participating in gym more, or how he'd never get laid with that kind of stamina.
I giggled and ruffled his hair as I got up and walked over to the vending machines, paying for a bottle of water for my the currently 'dying' comical boy. I pulled up my pants as I heard the beverage drop to the bottom and then squatted to grab it. I stood up and turned around only to instantly run into someone.
"Oop, sorry." I said as I tried to walk around the boy with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked too much like a surfer if you asked me.
"No it's my fault, Hey, didn't see you talking to my buddy Chase the other day?" He asked me, I remembered the encounter where I found Chase trying to pile things into his locker, so I helped him reorganize his stuff, Stanley needs to stop hanging around me.
"Yup, Arrietty, and you are?" I asked as I gently tossed the water bottle between my two hands as if it would make time go faster.
Just then a large whoop and holler was heard from a few tables down. We looked to see a table flooded with boys who looked at us with grins and smirks.
