The Bucket List (Rewriting)

Item Number Three: Forget a List

Picture of Chace Crawford as Chase. (Their names are coincidentally the same :b)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpb-tnpf_BY

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The Bucket List 

Item Number Three: Forget a List

I stepped into the room, noticing its surprisingly neat arrangement. There were three rows of empty desks and a few blemishes on the walls, but despite that, the room was in top condition. Vacant, albeit, but clean. Admittedly, in my mind I had pictured barbwire and blood on the floor. I might have also pictured graffiti and human remains scattered about. Obviously, that as not the case.

"Take a seat." A female teacher, that I did not recognize, said.

"Ms. Woods." Jayden nodded at her and she smiled.

"Mr. Parker. Here again?"

"Thanks to a certain big mouth." He seethed, a hidden promise in his words.

"Well, you both know the drill: no talking—that includes whispering and shouting, texting, or any other electronic use. Complete, utter silence." She glared at me and I nodded.

I had taken a seat at the second to first row, in the middle after noticing Jayden had sat at the very back. I heard him get up and sit right behind me. I felt out of place here, knowing I didn't belong here.

After we settled in, she stepped outside of the detention room leaving me and this boy alone. I coudn't decide if I would rather recieve her glare for the rest of the period or stay alone with the guy who I wanted to catapult to China.

I really did question the judgement of everyone who put me and him in the same school. I was like glass compared to prince charming back there. I might as well be hired for Windex commercials.

"I hope you're as miserable as I am." He muttered behind me. I turned around to glare at him.

His caramel colored eyes met mine, and I felt something stir inside me.

I really needed to punch him in the face.

I ignored him, putting my head down in front of me while my hair bunched up rasping my face. I put it up with my pencil from earlier that I forgot I still had at hand and put my head back down. Relief. I was almost falling asleep when I felt my pencil being pulled out and my hair cascading down.

"What the hell?" I snapped, turning around.

"Oops." he said, innocently.

"Can you grow up?" I seethed.

He brought out the negative out of me and we both knew it. Every ounce of tranquility was immediately gone as the hour with him progressed.

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I ran to my room and plopped on my bed, eager to get some well-deserved rest. I couldn't believe the degree of stupidity I had acquired at some point around that Jayden guy. Not only did I not get my journal back, but I left it in his hands. I might as well have given him a list of things to blackmail me with.

Out of utter nowhere, I felt a nausea running through my stomach to my throat. I bolted to the bathroom and watched as my stomach contents fell into the toilet. It went on maybe for a few minutes, until my stomach had literally nothing in it. I just rested my hands on my sides and rested my head, too nauseous to get up.

When I gathered all my strength to stand, I forced myself to the mirror and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I saw I was extremely pale, and my eyes had bags under them suddenly. In other words, I looked like crap.