Macy White is just another 17 year old with a hidden firery side and a shy pebble on the outside. She attends Grover Beach High School and is a senior. She lives with her older brother, mom, younger sister, and sometimes her military father. Everyda...
I jump up and kiss my hand before holding my heart.
"Amen," I say.
My Physics teacher Ms. Green looks at me with wide eyes.
"O-oh I am so sorry," she says. "I did not mean to interupt your prayer."
"It's alright Ms. Green," I say.
She smiles and walks away from my desk. Aa soon as she turns her back, I break out in a quiet fit of laughter. I feel a hand swat my shoulder and I turn around.
"Really Macy?," Carla giggles.
I laugh and turn around to the board. Carla is my best friend. She's my other half and when together, we cause so much trouble. I don't know what I'd do without her. When the bell rang, I packed up my stuff with Carla and hurried out the class.
"You know you can't keep doing that right?," Carla says as we walk to our lockers."
"Doing what?," I ask.
"Falling asleep in class and waking up acting like you were praying," she says. "They're gonna end up calling your mom."
I laugh. "It's not like I'm failing any classes."
"True."
Open my locker and shove my books in there for my first and second classes. And I got my books for my other two classes.
"I still don't think it's fair that you only have four classes," Carla says digging in her locker. "I hate having five."
"Hey, you should've studied," I laugh.
"I did a little bit of studying," she says.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says. "I know."
I laugh and wave her goodbye.
"I'll see you at lunch okay?"
"Got it," she says. "See ya."
Everyday we split up after second period because our classes are on separate sides of the school. It sucks. Walking down the hall, I take notice that it's getting empty; which means, 3rd period is about to start. I hustle towards my art class and walk in at about five seconds before the final Bell. I run to my stool and sit myself down. The attendance paper comes around and I sign my name before passing it to my neighbor.
"Okay class, while you do attendance, in going to give some new announcements," Mr. Bieber says. "Now, your comic book drawings are due on Friday. For those who have already finished that, you're going to be doing self-expression. You will paint something everyday on a canvas that shows how you're feeling that day. Each day, when the paint dries, I want you to use a different color and paint designs on your mood color. You will do this for three weeks. If and when you run out of room before it's due, you MUST add more details to the painting. When you are finished, it should have multiple different mood colors this does not go home, it's only for in class."
A student hands our teacher the attendance sheet.
"Alright you may go grab your supplies," Mr. Bieber says. "I will be passing out some old assignments."
He walks to his office and I get up to grab a canvas. I grabbed the biggest canvas as usual and take it back to my working area. Digging through my bag, I pull up my acrylic and watercolor paints, along with my pouch and paint brushes. I get a cup of water and begin my piece.
*Ring*
I leave my fourth class and go to the lunchroom to wait for Carla. While waiting, I grab my food and sit at our table.
"Hey," Carla says sitting down. "Guess what the hell just happened."
"Ooooo what?," I ask taking a bite out of my pizza.
"I just watched Jesse break up with Danniella," she says laughing. "And your brother was laughing about it until Cristy hit him."
I roll my eyes at the second part of what she said.
"Cristy irritates my nerves," I say. "I don't know why Hunter's even with her still. He hoes around with other girls while she hooks up with other guys. I don't understand."
"Yeah I know," she says. "Bbuutt, Jesse is finally single."
Carla nudges my arm with her elbow. I sit there and laugh.
"Um no, that is in the past," I say. "I could never have feelings for that bozo again."
"Don't speak too soon," she says.
I hit her arm and watch as she laughs at my pain. We finished eating and I walk her to her next class.
"Meet me at my car after class," I say. "I can take you home."
"I'll be there," she says before walking into her History class.
I leave her room and go out to my car. I climb into my passenger seat and prop my feet up on the dash while hooking up my aux cord. I sit in my car for around 20 minutes until I get up and go to the school library. Walking in, I go to the back window that I read at all the time. I smile when I see that it's empty. I go to the aisle and find a book. As I grabbed it, it's pulled from the other side. I pull it but it goes back to the other side. Suddenly, I pull it hard and it escapes the grip from the other side. I look through the open space to meet eyes with none other than Jesse Martinez.
He smirks at me and I walk away.
"You know, I had that book first," he says. "Which means I get it."
He takes the book out my hand then walks away.
"Um no," I say tripping him.
The book falls out his hand and I take it.
"I grabbed it first so I get it."
I walk away and suddenly feel arms snake around my waist. He turns me around so I'm facing him.
"Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I grabbed it first."
He runs his thumb over my hip and I could feel his hand slithering up my shirt. I quickly reach up and smack his face hard. He returns the gesture with a surprised expression.
"I AM NOT one of those whores," I say to him. "I'm not those girls that fall to my knees and kiss the ground you walk upon."
I watch as his lip gets caught in his teeth before he sends a devilish smirk my way.
"I bet I can," he says.
I laugh in his face. "Yeah okay, in your dreams."
He holds my waist. "Wanna bet?"
My eyebrows pull together in confusion.
"What are you talking about?," I ask.
"I bet I can make you fall in love with me before the end of senior year," he says grinning.
I smile. "I don't make meaningless bets."
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