I woke up late and I was going to be late to school again. I grabbed a random shirt that was lying on the floor and changed out of my pajama top. Then I hastily grabbed a pair of ripped jeans from my desk and changed out of my shorts. I put my hair into a messy ponytail without brushing it and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I ran down stairs and grabbed my pair of old black converse shoes on the way out.
I hopped off the deck and pulled out my earphones. I blasted my music on full volume and started walking to school when I felt someone following me. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. I glared at him. It was the idiot I bumped into the other day. " Why the hell are you following me you creep?" I yelled.
He smirked, "Damn, are you going to be this feisty every morning? Because that's hot."
I glared at him, "Why are you back again? I thought I told you that you didn't repay me?" I asked while continuing walking because I had ten minutes before the bell rang and I was probably going to be expelled from school if I was late again.
"I heard what happened yesterday during lunch and I saw you walking just now, so I was just wondering if you are okay?" He asked with a hint of worriedness in his voice.
I frowned at him. "Why wouldn't I be fine?" I stopped walking and faced him. "Actually, I'm perfectly fine, I'm great."
He looked at me surprised and I started walking again. "Really? You're fine?" he asked suspiciously, like I was a criminal or something.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I'm fine." I said harshly so that he knew I didn't want to talk to him so he could leave.
He didn't respond, without turning around, I knew he was smirking at me. "You just hate talking to me, don't you?" he asked while laughing. I ignored him. "Did you know that you are now famous at school?" he suddenly asked.
"What?" I asked confused. I tried to understand what he just said and walk at the same time. Did he just say I am famous?
"You are famous." he said again. "As in celeb.."
I cut him off. "I heard what you said, but why? Why am I famous?"
"Because you are the one and only person to ever talk to Madison like that. Do you know how shocking that is?" he asked surprised because I didn't know.
I scoffed and continued until we were in front of the school, he grabbed my wrist before I walked into school. "What?" I asked annoyed. There was probably thirty seconds left before the bell rang. I knew I could make it to class on time if I ran. "Let go of me, I'm late to class." He smirked at me and held my wrist even tighter. I glared at him. I was seconds from hitting him when the bell rang. I groaned. "Seriously?" I snapped at him. I ripped my wrist from his grip and I tried to walk away, but he wrapped his arm around my waist. I froze. He was invading into my senses again. Around him, I could never think right. I was usually really alert, but around him, my walls that I have built up all falls down. "What are you doing?" I screamed. I tried to run away, but he held me tighter. Students whom were late walked past us and looked at us oddly. My cheeks started blushing. I thrashed in his arms. He giggled at me and started walking, I had no choice but to start walking too.
I continued to thrash in his arms while we were walking. "You know cupcake, this would be easier if you would stop moving." I froze, no one calls me cupcake but him. Memories of him, of us, flooded into my brain. The last thing that I ever wanted to think of, she came flooding into my memories. I knew he was smiling because he thought that I actually listened to him, but he didn't know the real reason why I was so quiet.
He didn't let go of me until we were inside a diner. I frowned and looked around. I realized it was the diner that my friends and I always go to. "What are we doing here?" I asked.
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To a New Life
RomanceOne coffee spill and one ruined t-shirt caused Mackenzie Sanchez and Tyler Crawford to meet. Tyler's arrogant attitude made Mackenzie despise him at first, however, after two weeks of interaction with each other, they became good friends. Because of...