Chapter 10!
The next week past by in a blur of waking up early In the morning to train, school work and a lot of annoying yet addictive encounters with Adam.
It's now Friday last period, and I'm currently sitting through a boring lecture about how trees use photosynthesis to create energy. We have 20 minutes left, yet my batty teacher; Miss Harold hasn't said anything off importance and seems to be repeating the same things over and over again. However, luckily for me I couldn't give a shit, and instead I am sitting at the back off the classroom trying my hardest not to stare at the back off the beautiful brown locks in front of me.
Trying to distract myself, I advert my eyes to the board. But to no avail, Miss Harold is writing something down that I have already wrote.
I swear on the life of cheese this women has got memory loss, she would probably forget her own head if it wasn't screwed on. Unfortunately, that doesn't apply for homework. No! That woman has a sixth sense for remembering homework deadlines. She nearly chucked me out the god damn window when I told her I forget my key words sheet. She went mental.
HA! Could you imagine a woman in her early fifties picking someone up and tossing them out of the window? I wonder what would happen, if she did do that. She'd probably get arrested for man handling a student or should I say woman handling?
URGHH, I don't know.
"Okay, Class." Miss Harold said and clapped three times, extremely loudly might I add to get the classes attention.
A few people who were asleep snapped their heads up, while others just groaned and rubbed their ears due to the sudden loud noise.
"I'm giving out a group homework assignment" She said in a monotone voice. Ew great. I barely know anybody as it is. Now I'm going to have to go to a stranger's house, talk about awkward.
"Okay, each group has a certain aspect of plants to create a 5 minute power point on..." she pauses for a minute and looks around the room. "Group one is; Jack, Amy and Sarah..." Miss Harold continues naming people off the list she has created, and I only zone back in when I realise there is only 6 people left; one of them including Adam.
"The sixth group is; Adam, Lily and John, and the last group are Charlie, Evie and Dominic." She trailed off just as the bell rang.
Adam whipped around to face me, with a smug smirk planted of his stupidly sexy face. "I guess we'll be spending a lot more time together cupcake."
"Yeah, stop reminding me." I fake grimaced. However, in reality small butterflies erupt in my stomach at the thought of it.
Anyway, come round my house tonight at 5! Make sure you to tell John. I'm not doing this crap all by myself." I finish before, jumping up, running out the school and into my car.
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It was 10 to 5, when there was a soft knock on my front door. A group of nervous butterflies suddenly popped up at the thought of being alone in my bedroom with 2 teenage boys. When I told my mom that people were coming over for a project she seemed a bit sceptical, however as soon as I mentioned Adams name, she suddenly became happy with the idea and went on to gush about Adam being a nice boy and how he is and I quote 'a good looking guy'.
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Definition Of Imperfect
Teen Fiction-ON HOLD- Meet Lily Evans, a seventeen year old girl with everything going for her. She has amazing friends, a loving family and is painfully beautiful. However, what happens when her perfect life takes a turn for the worst and she has to move to...
