Finding You

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School was annoying, and it's only lunch. Becayse I o have all my electives for my sophomore and junior year already, I'm taking senior classes. Some electives.

That means on in class all day with a bunch of eighteen tear olds. Annoying eighteen year olds. I think I misjudged them. They are annoying, they just always talk about party's and sex.

It's the first day of school, and they were all talking about a party this Friday. How? Why? Y'all lives don't suck.

Lucky for me, we have an hour before our next class. I made sure I had all my things as I walked out the class and to the parking lot.

As I approached my bike, there were a lot of students crowded around it. Mainly guys. No. Only guys. What the hell? They better not be sitting on it.

It just came out the ship yesterday. Nothing was wrong with it. Just had it 'sharpened' and polished.

Pushing through the crowd, there was this curly head guy touching all over it. Why? "What do you think you're doing?" I asked after I cleaned my throat.

He turned to me and smiled. "This is yours?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah. It's clearly not yours, so why are you touching it?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I just like it. Are you new?" He asked. I nodded. "Clearly, and i would prefer to eat lunch off campus, so can y'all, like, go?" I asked.

Before he responded, there was a car horn blowing behind us. We all looked to see some car right there. The window rolled down, but you couldn't see the person inside. "Micheal, you coming? This is the only time I can take you to get your truck unless you want to walk home from school?" A guy asked.

Thank God. Wait. Did he just say Micheal? I turned back to the guy who was touching my bike. "Micheal Ashton?" I asked. His head snapped in my direction.

"It's Grayson now. Who told you that name?" He asked. Y'all, I just got so happy. The uncle who's hotel we're staying in. It's Michael's father.

Well, we always said sperm donor. Micheal mom died when we were five. His dad didn't want custody and neither did my mom. He got adopted after his mom's funeral. I haven't seen him since.

"You don't remember. Um, kindergarten, South Carolina. When your friends started taking my lunch, you beat them up for me. Later that day, you told our mom's that they tried to cut my hair, so we wouldn't get in trouble" I stated.

Confusion crossed his face for a bit until it lit up with joy. "Evie? Are you kidding me right now?" He asked.

I shock my head. "No" I tried not to laugh. He covered his mouth as he begin laughing as if he was a little kid. "Oh shit. Y'all this is my cousin. Fuck off" he told his guy friends that were standing around us.

I laughed as he hugged me. This just got a whole lot better. "If any of all touch her, y'all are dead. I mean it" he shouted after them. I couldn't tell what their reactions were because my back was still turned to them.

The hugging was cut short by a car horn. We pulled back as Micheal looked back in annoyance. "Who's the shorty with the big ass?" The guy in the car called out.

Really?