He Stayed|

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Chapter Three:

It's way to early for this.

What did I hit?

Is it dead?

What kind of dog 'screams' sorry barks like that?

All this thoughts rush through my head as I step out of my vehicle to the 'scene of the accident'. I rush up to the location only to meet a dog that looks like a 'deer in headlights' and a pissed off looking 'troll'. Oh Wait! That's Ember the softball/ cheerleader's team captain.

I roll my eyes, I mean how would you react to a 17 year old girl, glaring at you like she wants to kill you.

Trust me if looks could kill I'd be speaking from the grave right now.

"OMG! Aria! You could have killed mister Martins, can't you see or has your own ugliness blinded you!!" she screeched.

Well that explains the bark ('scream') that I heard earlier.

"Are you serious, you walked into me." I said flatly.

She eyes me from head to toe, scoffs then turns around to leave.

"Please kill it next time"

I am pulled out from my continuous ranting (in my head) by a deep obviously masculine voice. I snap my head to the source of it and...

I will deny this later.

But it's a view.

I turn around to see a guy around my age just a little older staring at me with a slightly amused expression with his hands in his pocket.

"What?" I mumble cus I didn't really hear what he was saying earlier.

He chuckles deeply shakes his head and walks away heading the same direction of the snobby Ember and her 'pose',

I'm not even going to question what he said anyways, he probably just muttered an insult and walked away.

The growl in my stomach brings me back to where I was going to in the first place.

I walk my way over to the car and drove to the nearby Domino's.

I'm not really one for directions, so I let GPS do the hard work for me.

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It's the last period of the day now.
After I finished eating at the eatery, I got back to school.

Late.

I obviously got another tardy slip which meant I was serving detention at the end of the day.

Mr. Lancers classes are always so boring I mean how does he do it?

How does one man find Physics the 'most fascinating subject in the world'?

I put my head on my locker just for a minute, and doze off.

I am disturbed from my perfectly good but uncomfortable nap by someone tapping my locker.

I look up ready to slap who ever in this class thought they could disturb my sleep.

"Miss Gray could you solve this question since you were so graciously listening before" Mr. Lancer says adding the last part with a smirk.

I rub my palms together resisting the urge to slap him, but I don't think colleges enroll students who assult their teachers.

Plus where would I hide the body.