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Chapter Four

Chapter Three

I was so excited for my next classes. Most were probably going to be dreadfully boring. Though I was excited because most of them were with Michael.

I met up with Michael outside his last class, an AP Math Group. There was a huge billboard next to the door, I decided to check out the papers quick.

There were a couple that interested me. But I didn't know if I would sign up, I had to make more friends before going into something alone. If I didn't I'd just sign up and make new friends. I'm not totally helpless after all.

He came out and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he said "come on we're gonna be late!"

He smiled and ran through the school, backpack bouncing. I ran after him laughing as I dodged threw people. Occasionally I said "sorry!" But more than I would've liked I didn't. It was so cramped at school!

After I chased him down (literally, I tripped and toppled over him), I whined that my legs hurt. So when he tried to get up I jogged next to him then jumped on his back. I have to admit that od backpack was uncomfortable but it was fun getting a piggyback ride.

When we got to class we were early. We get 7 minutes in the halls. We have to walk distance. He carried me in and then dropped me in a row. I sat down in the seat to my right. Since the opening was on the left and Michael was on the right of his seat he put his hand on the desk and the other on the seat's back. Then he jumped and swung his legs over the bar of the desk. Something I've done a lot at home when I'm bored.

I was excited for this class. I had no idea why, I just was. I felt like after that stupid gym class every other one would be okay. So as the teacher walked to the front of the class I was excited, practically bouncing in my seat. Until he opened his mouth. "Who are you?" He asked.

I sighed, Even the teachers notice I'm new!! I thought. I didn't respond right away so he said "let's move onto attendance." "Oh, and before I for get my name is Nathan Fenton." He went through the list, without calling names! He knew everyone already!!

When he got to a person he instantly made a confused face. " umm.. Mitchell, Kasey? Who's that, and why is your picture a five year old?" Everyone laughed. I slumped back in my seat.

"Me!" I say and raise my hand. "Ah." He says and invites me up to share. "You weren't at round up and your picture is from when you were five, care to explain?"

I nod. "My last school picture was in kindergarten, which was before I started being home schooled. I moved here in between kindergarten and first. My mom decided to surprise me and sign me up for school." I finish and rock to the back of my heels then fall to the fronts of my feet and look down. "Anything else you want to know?"

Suddenly 100 hands are in the air. I'm about to say something but I just realised something. I don't know anyone's name.

I'm about to say something to the teacher then Michael saves me from embarrassment. "For god's sake! Kasey just pick me." I giggle and quickly point to him. "Michael." Some of the kids look at me funny. "How do you know me?" I roll my eyes.

"That's the question you want to ask?!" I say exasperated. I look up at the ceiling after violently slamming my hand on the teacher's desk. He nods. "Ugh!" I groan.

"Fine." I sigh. "Okay. So I've known Michael for about 3 years-" "Four years." He corrects "if you want to hear the story be quiet." I say to him. He makes the motion that means 'zipping my lips.' I continue "four years. And he was being chased by a rottweiler, or some terrifying thing, threw backyards. I happen to be reading in my backyard. He knocks me over and BAM! my new book is practically ruined. Without even an apology." I pause "that's not true" he grumbles.

"So I chase him down and tackle him-" "that's not true! I tripped." He butts in. "And long story short he got me a new one and we're best friends." A guy sitting next to him whispers something and Michael's face reddens.

I wonder what he just said.. A couple of the girls look sad, but I have absolutely no idea why. They might think we're more than friends. Michael is pretty good looking, at least compared to the boys at this school. I guess that's high school for ya.

The bell rings and its my lunch period. Since I haven't really made new friends I decide to sit with Michael and his friends. I'm in line and Michael is searching his pockets for loose change, so he can buy an extra Cookie for me. He tells me to go sit next to a guy that's almost godly looking.

I go sit next to him and realize that its the guy from Mr. Fenton's class. "So you're the Kasey we've heard all about every single week for the past four years!" He smiles. I didn't think Michael would talk about me that much I look down at my food and closed-mouth smile, suddenly blushing.

"I guess yeah." I tuck some loose hair behind my ear and look up. He nods. "You look exactly like your picture." I cock an eyebrow in the air. "Well video actually. Wanna see it? I catch Michael watching it all the time." I. Am. Stunned. I nod and he gives me his phone to watch.

There's a picture of me reading and then a video of me looking up after reading a message from him (him and my mom are the only messages I really get on my iPhone. I'm insulated so, yeah). Then a another of us making faces. Then there is one of me wearing a dress.

The night when I snuck out of the house to go with him to his 8th grade dance, before he had a big group of friends. I was wearing a light blue dress that was up to mid thigh. It had a poofy skirt bottom and a ribbon in the back. I knew I wasn't going to grow anymore so I decided to use it as my prom dress (no one had really seen me in it).

That night I listened to songs that were pretty awesome. I danced like a pro too, pop hip-hop rock- I partied hard. The kool-aid was all I drank though. I was a nice night. I knew the look that Michael had given me. He had done it so many times before. Gosh, I thought, I wish I knew what he thought every time he looked at me like that.

The next picture was one where we were hugging. My face was looking up at him and his down at me. He was smiling ear to ear and me my closed mouth smile I wore when not wanting to show my teeth.

The next was one when I was laughing so hard milk came out my nose. I remember that. He made a noise to my reaction to a picture he showed me. I had made a noise my self that sounded like "yer!" I had tears in my eyes. He was a really good photographer. There were a lot of pictures of us. The last one was of me reading the Harry Potter books. Then it ended. I wish it hadn't.

He came over in the middle of a Percy Jackson debate. We were comparing the movie to the book. We were comparing the movie to the book. We were a pretty heated discussion. I stopped talking when I saw Nick look up. I looked sideways-up at michael and smiled my toothy open mouth smile.

He sat down and tossed my cookie onto my tray. I looked over at him. “Where’s your cookie?” He shrugged. “They have this new role where you can’t get more than one cookie,” he rolled his eyes. “Stupid.” I looked at my cookie then gave it back. “You can have it.”

He looked at the cookie then at my hand. He saw that there were painted his favorite color- a light green, a mint almost- and smiled. He split the cookie in half. Then kept one and gave me the other. I side glanced at him.

I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and I laughed at him. This was turning out to be a really good day so far.

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