One Thousand Stars

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•Celeste's POV•

I stood in shock. A. boy. Was. In. The. Girls. Frickin'. Bathroom. "What the hell are you doing in the Girls bathroom??" I choked out.

"I uh.. heard someone in here crying and uh, making some weird noises.. Are you ok?" He stuttered out.

"None of your business," I pouted. It really wasn't. Who was this guy anyway? Thinking he could just barge into the girls bathroom like that! Eh, who am I to judge? I've snuck into the boy's locker room a few times myself so..

"Wow. Ok then, I just thought you would be a little nicer to your savior."

"What are you talking about?" I sniffled.

"When you ran off, I talked to those guys out there for you."

My face visibly paled as I thought about what my brother, Brice, would do to me at home if he found out I was in association with this guy. He must've noticed though because he started to shift a bit on his feet.

"What's wrong? Isn't that what you would have wanted? I was just trying to hel-"

I snapped at this moment. "Oh shut up! No one wants to help me! You don't care! You don't know what will help me. Just-just go away.."

He looked taken aback by my little outburst. I instantly regretted the poisonous words that left my mouth, but I wouldn't take them back. I just couldn't. The blonde-haired boy just shook his head in exasperation and turned the other way to leave the room. But not before he was ran into by two, lip-locked, girls entering the restroom.

He just ran out of there even faster! I watched as the two girls moved into one of the stalls (still deep into their romantic profanities). I took this as an opportunity to the heck outa there.

I heard the loud bell ring overhead and immediately rushed to class. Home Economics. My least favorite period.

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I stood over the wobbly pot on the stove. So scared that I might tip it over, or burn myself, or that I'll burn the food. Wait, why wasn't the chicken even cooking? It was sitting here for five minutes! Shouldn't it be done? I must say, Home Ec is not my specialty.

"Ms. Wilkes, please do turn on the stove. It just might help," I heard Mrs. Windchap yell out from across the room. 

Excuse me while I do a mental face-palm.

"Class! Class! I need a volunteer to do this next recipe. Anyone? Anyone?" Mrs. Windchap yelled out, "How about 2 volunteers!"

Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me.

"Let's see! Ooh! I'll choose um.. Max Griffons and erm.." She paused and looked around the room, pointing her finger around on random students, making some of them squirm in place.

Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me. Please not me.

"And . . . Celeste Wilkes!"

Just my luck.

I gave her a weak smile and slowly stood up to come to the front of the classroom. Wait a minute.. Where was that Max kid? Didn't she call up a 'Max Griffons'?