Part 3

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 Thank you for reading! I know that the story is going kinda of fast, but I'll try and fix up the story as I write! I'll try and post often, but I do have school, so keep that in mind.

Adila

School, am I right guys? The school we all know and hate and that make the mornings great. To be honest, I am a little nervous to go to school because of what happened yesterday. Like, what if Mikey beats me up or something? And what if the crazy chic Mikey was with does something insane to me? Whatever, I'm just gonna try and ignore the fact that I might get harassed at school today.

I straighten my long hair and tuck it behind my ears, I put on some light mascara and concealer where it was needed.  I also put in some white earrings just for the fun of it. I then put on a casual outfit. I grab my backpack and head downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?"

"I slept pretty well, everyone else still asleep?"

"Yep, but your brothers and sisters will be coming down soon, so eat your breakfast fast!"

I knew  that when I eat with my whole family it's a fight to the death, so I pick up a bagel and kiss mom on the cheek and head out the door for school.

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I finally got to school and saw the same old familiar scenery that I saw before. I avoid all the kids doing god knows what and head into the school. I head to my locker pushing a group of girls out of the way. We love school don't we? I started to put my books and shit into my locker. But then I feel a flick to the side of my head.

"Ummm.... Ow!"

I look over only to see Mikey....Tua....

"Get lost." God, why do boys have to be annoying all the time!?

" I think you owe me an apology for the football you drilled at me." A smirked danced it's way onto his face. 

"Awwww, can you not handle a boo boo??? That's sweet." I folded my hands together and rested my head on my hands as fluttered my eye lashes.

"Your very funny." He  was pissed. The rat gets what he deserve. 

He flicks me  dead straight in the forehead and walks off to meat off with his goony friends. 

I made my way down to my first  hour class where I sadly sit next to the devil. I walk into the classroom to see the teacher sitting at her desk and other students gathered in their groups at desks. I walk to my desk and set my stuff down. I sit down and just wait till class begins. I can't help but wonder where Mikey is, his stuff is here, but not him. Passing time  is about to end, where could he  be? 

The teacher  gets up and starts to teach her lesson, completely oblivious  to the fact that Mikey isn't here. We love that. The classroom door opens and here comes Mikey.

"Where were you?!" This teacher is crazy man.

"I got lost."

"Just go to your seat." Our teacher lets out a huge sigh. We all know she hates her job. Eyes of the girls watch Mikey make his way to his seat. He walks behind me and pats my head as he sits down. My face turns red. I'm not kidding! Many of the girls were glaring at me, I mean, I'm sorry that  this is the only seat! 

"Howdy cow!" He whispers in a silly southern accent. 

"Hey hoe." 

"I'm still waiting for an apology."

"well you ain't getting anything." I whispered back. I'm not gonna  give up, he is the one who threw the ball at me first!

" I really think you should apologize right now." 

"Or what?" Really, what could he possibly do? Tie my shoelaces together?

"You  asked for it."

He suddenly pulls my chair out causing me to crash down to the ground. Everyone turns to look at us.  Well, actually, me.  Girls started to snicker, I'm so embarrassed. I scrambled back to my feet. The teacher looks at me with a questionable look.

"Sorry!" I said.

"So am I." With that the teacher continued her job. Teaching.  

I sit down and flick Mikey's pineapple hair. This boy is something else! I couldn't help but chuckle, it was kind of funny. But don't worry ladies! I'm getting this bitch back! I could hear Mikey snickering next to me.

"I'm still not going to apologize." 





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