Punk Meets Pointe||m.c.

06

Ayeee Emily if you're reading this and can guess who David is I'll give you a cookie.

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I sat across from the group and shared a conversation about who knows what.

The multicolored eyes boy looked at me.

"You're new aren't you?" He asked me.

"Oh, uhm yeah I am." I responded, stumbling on my words. I must admit, he is quite cute. His hair is a curly mop on his head, and hid eyes are so many different colors it's difficult not to get lost in them.

"What's your name?" He asked me innocently.

"Oh I'm Adriana." I answered, nervously.

Is this school full of sweet cute guys? Hot damn.

"Oh, I'm David." He answered.

"I'm Emily." The one with short brown hair stated.

"I'm Lexie!" Inserted the long haired one.

"I'm Michael!" The black haired one shared in an excited tone.

"So, what do you do in your free time?"Lexie asked.

"Uhm I really don't have free time because everyday before and after school I go to my ballet school. I've never been in public school before." I informed them.

Their jaws literally dropped.

"You've never, ever been in public school your entire life?" Emily questioned me.

"No ma'am." I answered.

"We'll good luck." David chirped in.

"Thanks." I said, and turned back towards Michael.

He'd been talking to the teacher for about ten minutes now.

Mr.Samuelson was red in the face, and Michael didn't look too happy either.

"What's up with them?" Lexie asked, and pointed.

"Michael flipped him off when you weren't here yesterday, and since Mrs.Dublin doesn't like Mr.Sam she let him off with a warning." Emily answered.

David turned and looked me straight in the eyes. "Do not. I repeat, do not associate yourself with Michael Clifford. I know we just met, but I assure you it is not a good idea. He uses girls, and I don't want that to happen to you. Don't let him even talk to you."

She could practically feel his possessive nature radiating off of him.

"I uhm okay." I replied, then clasa started.

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"Well that was boring as hell."Emily breathed through a yawn.

The other three agreed, then stretched one by one dismissimg themselves, except for David.

"Listen, that probably sounded like a dick move, but Michael uses girls for sex. I honestly dont want that to happen to you. You seem like a girl that would be worth my time getting to know. So, do you want to sit with me at lunch?" David asked.

"Oh sure." I responded.

He smiled, then walked in the opposite direction.

Right when I thought I was all alone, Emily appeared out of nowhere, and squealed as she grabbed my shoulder.

"Honey, I know David and he never acts that possessive of anyone. Not even his girlfriend. He obviously likes you, and I know you don't say much, but you kind of have to agree, and you obviously have to return the feelings. I see the way you look at him, and it's the way my brother looks at nascar races. And I see the way he looks at you, it's like the way I look at food. That is all bye." Emily skipped away.

Maybe she's right and I do like David, but i am sure of one thing.

I like Michael more.