Thinking Of You... (A Austin Mahone fan fiction)

Has The Looks And Brains Of A Baboon.

I walk back to my locker to meet Delilah and Morgan for lunch. I take a left down the hallway, and see them standing at the end of it. I walk to them.

"Hey guys." I say. They both say hey back.

"So, did you finsh that project in Miss.Harris's class?" I ask Delilah.

She throws her head back, "Uhg, no! not yet." She says and wipes the hair from her face.

Morgan furrows her eyebrows together and looks at her, "Why not?" she ask.

Delilah looks at her and shakes her head, I look at Morgan, "Her partner for the assignment is Courtney." I shake my head laughing and turn away.

"I sware it's not my fault we aren't finished yet!" She says lifting her hands and letting them fall back down to her sides. "It's hers. It's not my fault the girl is as dumb as a baboon."

Morgan and I look at each other, and burst into fits of laughter.

"I'm serious!" Delilah says.

"And as ugly as a baboon." I say.

This time Delilah couldn't hold it in. We were all laughing like idiots, walking down the hallway.

"I actually think a baboon is a lot, prettier than Courtney." Morgan says.

"And smarter." Delilah says.

We all got finished laughing and entered the cafeteria.

We went to are usual table in the back. They both got up and were waiting for me to come with them.

"Oh, I'm not eating today. Ya'll go." I say.

"Are you sure?" Morgan ask.

"I'm sure."

Morgan and Delilah get back with there lunch, and sit down.

"Uhh...Sarah..?" Delilah says.

I look over at her, "Ya?"

"Why is Austin looking at you..?" Morgan finishes, and points to across the cafeteria.

Confusion crosses my face, I turn around and look. I make eye contact as soon as I turn. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, and he does that retarded smirk of his, so I knew he noticed.

I turn quickly and hide my face with my hair. God I hate that jerk.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna head to the art room, so I can work on my project some." I say, finding an excuse to get out of the cafeteria, so I won't have to run into Austin. 

I stand, say my goodbyes and walk off. I get to the art room and go to the photography supplies.

I reach in the cabnet and grab my camra. I go to the computer and download my photos that I took.

I go to the editor and start to edit a picture.

About fifthteen minutes later, I look at the time and start to put everything up.

I finish and start to walk to my locker. Than I'm pulled in a janitor's closet.

And freak out.

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Hey, well I want some ideas, just incase I like them and I will put them in the book. okay comment thanks.

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