The Promise of You and I

1. If This Was a Movie, I Wouldn't Stutter

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Chapter one: If this was a movie, I wouldn't stutter

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"An-an-and, in conclusion, Shakespeare's, uh uh, son-Sonnet was written to be, a-a, tragedy," I stumbled through the final statement of my presentation. 

Great Lec, now your not only gonna fail but, be the laughing stock of the class. 

"Thank you, Ms Mills, " Mrs. Shapp hissed nearly rolling her eyes. 

My last period English teacher had never liked me. I'm shy, and she loves presentations. Today, looking as intimidating as ever, she has on purple glasses with pointy corners that downplayed her dark brown, wrinkled eyes. She always wears black pants and a green shirt with small figures on it, but I never looked at her close enough to figure out what they were. Her huge shadow was enough for me to want to keep my head down. 

"That's it for today, class! We continue presenting tomorrow... hopefully getting more than two done," She snares while her eyes shoot daggers at the back of my head as I tiptoe to my seat. 

Did I really take that long?!

I brush my long brown hair with caramel highlights off my shoulder, hoping to shake the feeling of her treacherous stare. I slide my books into my backpack and slouch in my seat. 

"Ms. Mil-" Mrs. Shapp began.

BRRRRIIIINNNGGGGG

I bolt out of the classroom, nearly knocking four people over. Saved by the bell, I suppose.

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I run all the way to my locker, only to find it crowded with people. 

No. Not just any people. 

The most sought after students at Evergreen High School. Why?

Oh, because my oh-so-dear locker buddy is Cory Miles. (note the sarcasm!). He's a 6' 1" baseball, basketball, and hockey player. 

Yeah, all three. Always. His dirty blond hair and muscular stature paired with ocean blue eyes attract all the cheerleaders and any girl with confidence to his corner of the school. Of course, his corner happens to also be mine. Gotta love alphabetical locker assignments.

I have had a locker next to him since grade school. His dirty blond hair flops over his ocean blue eyes as he mutters an apology for crowing my locker. It's not like he is a total ass-jock, like his best friend Stephen Chase. 

Stephen Chase is a 6'4" boxer/wrestler. He never went by Stephen. Only Steve or Chase. He was quieter than Cory, but that just made every girl drop to her knees quicker. His jungle-like green eyes and dark brown hair on his sun-kissed skin were irresistible to most. Why people didn't crowd around his locker is a mystery to me.

When we were kids, I often noticed the two boys whispering to each other and looking around the classroom or hallway. A couple of times I would make accidental and awkward eye contact. I couldn't help but daydream about them whispering about me. In a good way, of course. Years past without either of them having more than a required school work conversation with me, so I let go of the daydream and my foolish immaturity. 

As a tried to casually walk to the crowd at my locker, there seems to be a dwindling number. As if they saw me and just walked away into the fluorescent-lit hallway. I try not to think about it too much. I quickly stick earbuds in my ears and mutter a quick "'Scuse me". 

Cory was the first to notice my presence. He shoved Stephen over a little. I assumed they were just trying to let me get to my locker. My frizzy hair covers my face as I reached for my homework. "Thanks," I whisper, barely audible.

I'm not short, but these lockers are tall as hell. I'm 5'7" and I still have to reach way up to get to the top shelf for my athletic bag. I had figure skating practice every Tuesday and Thursday and cello lessons on Mondays. Yeah, I was busy, but I didn't mind. My best friend Taylor was also a skater, so I was her ride most of the time. 

As I reached for the large, navy duffle bag on top of my locker, someones had softly pulled out one of my earbuds. 

"Do you need some help?" a deep voice questioned, seemingly amused, behind me.

What. The. Actual. Hell?!

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Hi guys!! So this is the first thing I have ever published. Again, it is unedited, so I apologize for any grammatical errors. 

If you are interested in editing, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MESSAGE ME!!

Yes, this is kinda cheesy! But hey, everyone needs a little bit of cheesy in a romance piece. 

Just so we are clear, nothing of this work is real. All fiction! Also, the italics are Lec's (pronounced like a lease) inner thoughts. 

If you want to read more, PLEASE LIKE and/or COMMENT! Thank you so much for getting this far already! We are in for a wild ride! ;)