A&L: Trial and Error

3

I walked outside to my bench, rushing to get as much time as I can in the sun.

I sat down an dug through my backpack then pulled out a water bottle and an apple. I've been pretty much surviving on apples and water. After what my mom told me I'm trying to cut down on my eating.

I took a bite and pulled out my phone scrolling through my Instagram feed.

I felt the bench move and I automatically knew who it was. "Kallie if you don't start eating with your boyfriend at least once a week, I swear he's gonna break up with you."

"I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not really planning on having one either." I deep voice replied.

Shit. Not Kallie.

I snapped my head up to see Liam sitting in front of me with a smirk.

"I uh.. um, thought you were my friend." I stuttered.

"Don't worry about it." He said nonchalantly. "I wanted to know if you were okay after yesterday."

Holy shit why the fuck am I sweating so much right now? Great. I sweat when I'm nervous.

Shit, I'm nervous.

I wouldn't know because my mom never even gives me a chance to be nervous before dance. I'm practicing right until it's my turn to go on. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"Good. Don't let him touch you like that again. Even though I doubt he'll even talk to you anymore after the ass beating he got." He smiled.

Holy fuck that smile. I'm officially deceased.

"Yeah wasn't planning on letting him touch me again." I laughed and looked down.

I looked back up and he just stared at me for what seemed like forever. Eventually he cleared his throat and looked down. "I gotta go talk to the boys. I'll uh see you around I guess." He got up and walked away.

"Yeah." I said to myself because he was too far away to hear anyways.

I looked behind me to see Ashlee glaring at me while her friends ranted to her about something.

She walked over here ignoring whatever her friend was saying. She leaned over the bench getting up in my face.

"Don't talk to my brother. I don't like you, and I don't want someone I don't like talking to my family member. Don't even think of looking at him." She said this very harshly I could almost feel the anger radiating off of her. "Okay?" She said innocently.

This bitch.

"First things first, he came up to me and why should I stay away from you're brother when you're fucking mine? Maybe you should start practicing what you preach." I stood up and walked away leaving her standing there like an idiot.
~*~
"Ugh!" I screamed throwing my pen at the wall. I threw myself back pushing up my glasses.

I can't fucking memorize this stupid shit. Like it's so much work and they expect us to memorize it all.

I'm going to fail history. I swear, he might as well give me a failing mark right now.

I put my hand on my chest looking for my silver chain my dad gave me when I was 12, but it wasn't there.

Where the fuck was that chain.

I ran downstairs to the basement making a sharp turn to the left, not worrying about the noise coming from the tv.

I ran into the trophy room and walked over to the rack with all my performance outfits. I searched for the one I practiced in yesterday and saw my chain hanging onto the fabric.