Summer Of 18'

Summer Of 25'

"Can't you just see it"? Savannah asked me while pulling me to the right as she puts her hands on my shoulders. Hot guys, parties every night, bonfires on the beach, did i mention hot guys? I laughed.

It sounds absolutely perfect. This summer is going to be awesome, I thought to myself, daydreaming. Then all of a sudden the lunch bell rang. I put my books away quickly in my bag and got up out of my seat and walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. Everyone started pushing each other.

 Savannah and I entered the lunch room and I walked past Table C where I used to sit. To see Rayna looking right at me. "All she does is stare" I told Savannah. I stopped. "She would never say anything to anyone's face."  We continued to walk through the lunch room to the table where we sit now. Table A. I sat down, took out my grapes and popped one in my mouth. I hear someone talking behind my ear and quickly put my grapes down. I stood up and I said "Why do you worry about me SO much? I started yelling. Rayna gets up and mumbles  "Why do you look like that?' I walked up to her chair and I told her "say it to my face." She kept quiet until I walked away and then I hear her running behind me. I turned around and grabbed her hand, as she looked at me in awe and I seen her start shaking. I took my fist and held it in the air and said "its about time somebody shut you up. 

Savannah and Brock came and grabbed me before I could hit her. As  I am being carried out of the cafeteria I am over-the-top  freaking out about how this girl thinks she can say whatever she wants, I hear a way too familiar voice. 

"Do you want to graduate or not?" I look to the left and see my principal. Who is also unfortunately my... Father. "Shit." I mutter under my breath. "Hello" I sing.

 He frowns at me, and makes a come here motion. I follow him to his office. This is how the conversation went. A lecture on how I need to "stop fighting" because it will hurt my "future". "Dad I know." He went on. "And every second you have left in your senior year will matter, it all leads up to how you want your life to continue do you want to get a decent job? I yawned. Have you thought about any colleges? " You think you can just... He was cut off by Brock. he knocks the door.

"Mr.Spalding, Nixxon smashed the trophy case out in the hall again." He rushes out and proceeds to tell me "this isn't over." I nod my head and put my hands above my head. Brock leads him out the door. I look over and start cracking up. "Smash the trophy case?" I asked him. "That's the best I could do right now." I smiled. I got up from my chair and jumped into his arms. "What would i ever do without you?" I whisper, and plant a hot kiss on his lips. Brock is my insanely hot boyfriend who I love with all of my dark heart. He has a black lip piercing, dark brown luscious hair, and an A+ bod. I finish the kiss. He says "you wanna get outta here?" I grab his hand and let him lead me out. We managed to make it out of the doors passed the security guards with nothing said to us.

 I grab his car keys out of his pocket and go to the parking lot. I open the car door and sit in the drivers seat. He rolls in his eyes and sits in the passenger seat. I blast the music as i start singing "Panic at the disco, I write sins not tragedies". He looks over at me and I knew he was thinking what I was. He leans over and kisses me. I start moving closer throwing my hand over his shoulder using the other one to tilt the seat back. He reaches up my shirt and traces his fingers , then under. I proceed to grab right below his waistline, until I was stopped. "No,no,no he stares at me. Im not the one who's had a bad day." I think to myself. "What does that mean?" I play dumb. I knew what that meant. He starts to kiss my neck. I lean my head back tilting my shoulders to him. Just enjoying this moment with him, as he's ripping at my clothes. He takes off my skirt and then aggressively pulls off my fishnets. Guess I have to buy another pair again. I think in my head. He kisses down my stomach, then my thighs. And the next minute I'm running my fingers through his hair and his head is in between my legs. "God,I love this boy." I moan. Not even two seconds go by, I guess the outside school bell was so loud I start shaking, sureee lets go with that. Brock wipes his mouth and looks right at me and says "I will never get bored of you that's for sure." So reassuring that the only boy I have ever loved might be leaving to be a professional racer in less than a month...

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