Locked Heart

Chapter 8

"Good morning Grandpa!" I exclaimed as I climbed down the stairs. "Hello, sweetie,"

I stopped mid-track and spun around, "Sweetie?" I questioned Grandpa. "Sorry Tiger, I'm so tired, yesterday was the worst day ever,"

Tell me about it.

"Why what happened?" I inquired, "Just a busy day Tiger," Grandpa said sighing, "anyway, how was your day?"

"School was boring, as usual, then after school, I went to the mall with Ashley."

"Wow, you've been here for less than a week and you've gone to the mall. Girls," Grandpa said huffing. "I bet you haven't even unpacked,"

"Because you haven't let me take a few days off to unpack, and for your kind information, I'm almost done."

"See? Told you-you didn't need to take days off," Grandpa said winking, this time I huffed. "I hate you," I said flatly. The tips of Grandpa's mouth curled, but he suppressed his smile. He bit his lip, trying his best to avoid laughter. I narrowed my eyes and flipped him off, the house echoed in laughter.

"Let me drink my coffee in peace," Grandpa said grinning, "Get to school Tiger," Grandpa waved his hand dismissing me. "Bye Grandpa!" I yelled even though he was less than two meters behind me. "BYE, TIGER!" I heard his voice through the closed wooden door, separating the outside world from our small little home. Home.

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I walked into the familiar halls of Penn Manor High, does this school have a nickname or something? I walked to my morning destination- my locker. With usual was acquainted with Ashley, which wasn't sitting in her usual spot. The floor. I turned to my left searching for Ash #3, Ashton being number one, me, of course, being number two, Ashley trailing behind. Concluding she wasn't there, I spun around just to have me crashing into someone.

"Ugh, Wesley you need to stop." I groaned. Not needing to look up, I knew it was Wesley. He didn't respond, he offered me his hand and I took it, his hand soft... wait a minute- his hands are rough. I recall when I bumped into him during lunch. I looked up to meet ice blue eyes. Jacob.

"I'm not Wesley," Jacob said bluntly. I sighed in frustration and pushed Jacob back.

"Where the hell were you yesterday you asshole? The whole entire school was freaking out," I scolded him. Jacob sucked in the air from his teeth and put his hand over his chest, pretending he was hurt. 

"You gotta stop calling me names, it's hurting my feelings," he said jokingly. I ran my hand through my hair, flipping it over to one side.

"Jacob." he laughed and said, "That's cute, what? You missed me?" I opened my mouth to say no but he already was backing away from me, grinning. I met his eyes and something about his smile made him earn a grin from me.

"Fuck-tard," I called, Jacob shook his head and turned around walking to class.

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I set down my backpack underneath my feet as I sat down in my favorite class. Mr. Finlay. I opened up my book and started reading, I was currently reading Where The Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls, I had read this book many times. Probably not as much as Because Of Winn-Dixie, which I've read over 10 times. More than the Harry Potter series which I've only read two times, but a good number in between. Asking me what my favorite book was would be me asking you who do you love more- your mother or father?

I believed you can't measure love. You love someone, it's as simple as that. You can obviously tend to like someone more, or enjoy time spent with one particular person more than someone else. But you just can't measure love, you just can't.