My Maverick

Chapter 4 Pt. 1

Okay so the reason it's split into 2 parts is because I was writing it, and it turned out super long, but that's it. Love ya babes❤❤❤

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     After the tears, they had both layed back on y/n's bed. Y/n's head was on Logan's chest, and his right arm wrapped around her shoulders. 

     Y/n was lost deep in thought, thinking about how she first met Logan.

*Flashback*

     Y/n was 7, and had just moved to Ohio. It was her first day of 1st grade, and she was terrified. Her mom kept reassuring her she would be fine, but it hand't helped her nerves.

     She walked into her class, kids running around everywhere. 

     "Okay everyone. Please have a seat, I'd like to introduce our new student," said a short, sweet-sounding woman who walked over to y/n and ushered her to the front of the classroom. The kids all got in their seats, and were all staring intently at the very nervous 7-year-old. 

     Y/n gave them all an awkward wave, and said a small "hi" under her breath.

     "Make sure to make her feel welcomed. It can be scary to come to a new school," the woman told them again.

     Leaning down she looked at y/n. "Hello dear, I'm Ms. Peters your teacher. How about you go sit right in that empty chair near over there.

     Reluctantly, young y/n slowly walked forward to the empty seat. She set her backpack down, and sat in the chair.

     The teacher continued class, while y/n inspected her surroundings. There were three other kids on her table, two other girls, and one guy. The first girl had long black braids, and dimple in her cheeks. The second had really curly red hair, and freckles spread all over her nose and cheeks.

     Then the guy. He was among the taller of the kids in the class, and had semi-long blonde hair. He looked at her and gave her a friendly smile, y/n returning one as well.

     "Alright, I'm going to go grab the paints, and then you guys can get started," she heard Ms. Peters as she walked out of the classroom doors. A few minutes later, she came back in with all the supplies, putting it on all separate tables. 

     "Make sure to be careful so you don't get paint on your clothes. I don't want any angry moms when I call to tell them you need to change."

     Y/n was relieved that all they were doing was painting and not any hard things like math. Happily, she dipped her brush in red, and spread it in an arch across her paper. The start of a rainbow. 

     "Are you a goody-two-shoes?"

     Y/n looked up, finding the owner of the voice. The boy looked across the table with a smirk as he waited for an answer.

     "What? No!" I'm not a good-two-shoes." Y/n replied quickly, not wanting to be labeled as that her first day of school.

     "Really?" he asked. "You look like a good-two-shoes."

     Frustrated y/n said, "Yeah, I break the rules all the time."

     Laughing, the blonde returned, "Oh really? Prove it."

     "How?" she inquired, not knowing what was about to happen. 

      Suddenly, a brush covered in green paint was brushed across her cheek. Y/n was startle, and saw how triumphant the boy was.

     "Oh you're on!" she laughed, painting her red brush down his nose.

     The boy was now the startled one, probably never having someone fight back to his mischievous behavior. 

     "Alright," he said laughing too now. "Let's go!"

     They laughed and screamed as colors like orange, yellow, and purple were being painted on each others faces and clothes. They were both messes, covered from head to toe in every color.

     They continued until they heard a shriek coming from by the door.

     "WHAT IS GOING ON?" yelled a panicked Ms. Peters, the two stopping suddenly.

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     Haha yes I know its crap don't judge. I'll publish part 2 in a few minutes.