Locker 305 n.h. (closed)

Chapter 14

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"Here you two go," Mrs. Baldwin says handing back the folded paper back, oh damn.

"Let's see what you got me," Brent roughly laughs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a fat F. Oh no...

"What the hell is this!?" He cracks. This is definitely not gonna be good.

"I thought you were smart, my parents are gonna beat my butt when they see it, they always assume I'm that perfect boy," he laughs. Wait, laughing?

"Why aren't you mad at me?" I whisper.

"One second," he says and we focus back to the teacher.

"So, break is next week and if you failed this," Mrs. Baldwin coughs eyeing us. "You may work on it and the send it to me on email. For the remainder of class I'm letting you guys visit with one another, my gift to you," she sighs.

"So I was saying," Brent smiles. To be honest, I'm getting scared.

"My parents always think I'm clean cut, all those button downs and jeans, a nice slick backed quiff, good grades, ready for Harvard, you know?"

"I guess," I say.

"You know you've always thought of me like that, right?" Brent questions me.

Half of me wants to say, no, for some reason, oh maybe because he was being such an ass. But the other half wants me to say yes, it's partially true I guess.

"Um, yah I guess..."

"See, that's why you've always liked me!" he laughs.

"Woah, um I don't really like you that much anymore though..." I say trailing off. "And what does this have to do with being clean cut?"

"Well, I'm deciding to become a new person, not those perfect boys," he happily says.

"Sure?" I say, coming out like a question.

"Thank you so much, oh and sorry for being an ass earlier, I just wanted to see if my 'new person' personality was working," he explains.

"It sure did, so how are you gonna be different?" I ask.

"Well, I may go dye my hair, get some tattoos or piercings, something like that,"

"But, what about Reece, I mean don't you like her, and try to impress her?"

"Well, I'm focusing more on me, right now." Brent smiles. "Don't worry, I didn't like that personality I did the other day, it'll be normal." he laughs.

~8th Period~

"Okay, since this is y'all's last class, and the best one," Mr. Denis the Home ec teacher jokes, "We'll be making some cookies for my wife, Mrs. Denis, teacher of the arts,"

"What kind are they?" Daisy asks.

"Their gonna be gingerbread, for Christmas, now chop chop!" He says handing us the instructions.

I love home ec , we usually eat food and learn about stuff I already know. Your grandma living with you for a year really pays off.

I begin mixing the flour and eggs together in the bowl while I see a white puff of powder in my face.

"Daisy, what was that?" I ask. Oh no, she did not just throw flour at me.

"Um nothing," she laughs. It's on.

I hit her back with a cracked egg on her head, then another person joins in. I pour milk on them and they hit me with frosting. Eventually, the whole class is into it.

"What is going on in here?" Shouts Mr. Denis, "You can't have a food fight without me!"

Then the whole thing starts over again. I run over to Daisy and pelt her with a mix of something and she gets me back with ice cubes down my back.

"Maybe we should actually get back to work," some kid suggests. Darn it.

"Your right, go on continue," Mr. Denis orders.

I take out a batch of the cookies and begin decorating them in clothes made of frosting. I add cute eyes and buttons and then Daisy squirts me on the nose with frosting. I just laugh and ignore the dollop and continue decorating. We finish up then head over to Mrs. Denis's class.

"Oh hello," Mrs. Denis says while Mr. Denis kisses her on the cheek.

"My class has brought you some cookies, for you and your class, shh!" Mr. Denis says. He motions us to pass out the cookies and I spot Niall. I head over to him.

"Hi," I smile.

"Hey, you've got something on your nose," he says.

"Oh it's just-" Niall interrupts me by sticking his finger in the frosting and putting in his mouth.

"Unsanitary," I scold him while laughing.

"Hey sorry, couldn't help it!"

"Stop with the PDA," Delaney Sawyer says while fake gagging.

"Oh hi Delaney," I laugh. We've known each other for a while and sometimes we talk in the halls.

"We're only friends," I say while blushing.

"Well she is, I'm not," Niall says.

Wait what? Okay...

"Stop quoting The Fault in Our Stars," Delaney says and begins to finish her work.

Mr. Denis tells us to get back to 8th period, then that's when the bell rings.

~At the Locker~

"Yay, break!" I say while squeezing my way through the crowd.

"Here's your book back," Niall says and hands me it. We slip on our coats and head out the doors, thankfully not getting trampled.

"What was all that?" I ask while seeing my breath in the air. I spot a small flurry and smile.

"What," Niall smirks.

"All that, flirting!" I whisper.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Sorry, it's just, weird..." This is getting a bit odd, even though I really like Niall, I don't think I can contain myself to crush on him as much already. Oh.

"I'm sorry," he says while rubbing his neck and blushes.

"You better not try anything Horan," I laugh and hug him while he's about to head inside to his house.

"Oh don't you worry, I will."

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Omg I literally game my self TFIOS and Niall feels.... Not gonna edit bc lazeh...

GURL YOU NEED TO TRY MY BEEF STEW,

Erica