Married To My Best Friend

t w o : missing

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If I were to be totally honest with you, class was boring. There wasn't anything special or interesting.

The only thing different was the moment I walked into class, it was dead silent. All of the girls in class literally staring at me.

Well I wouldn't put it as staring.

What's the word for it?

Ah! I got it.

More like death glaring at me.

Yeap. That's more like it.

From the moment I walked in to moment class ended, I could feel eyes glaring at me from every direction.

And that was how it went for the next two classes. Well, I was positive that it would be the same for the next class but I knew that it would be a tad better for the next class because,

MY BEST FRIEND WAS IN THE NEXT CLASS.

Woo hoo! Finally ugh. Now let me introduce you to my crazy ass sister-from-another-mother.

Her name is Emily Johnson. And she's the baddest bitch you'll ever meet. Sure she's shy and quiet around those who she's not too close with but trust me, she can get really annoying once she opens up.

Im kidding. She's my bitch so I don't mind. * Flips hair *

When I first met Em, honestly, I was jealous of her. She caught the attention of boys all around her without even trying. Heck she doesn't even know she's getting the attention cause most of the time, she's on het phone or too engrossed in a book she's reading.

She has beautiful dark chestnut hair that was curly yet wavy . It reached her waistline and she had a slim body shape unlike who was a tad more rounder. I envied her blue green eyes.

Oh well. She totally different than what I expected her to be. Yeah I easily judged her personality through her looks. Which I immediately regret. Cause she is one of the sweetest people I have ever met.

I thought she would be a total mean girl and was just trying to act innocent , to capture all of boys attention.

Boy, was I wrong.

And I was glad I decided to make the first move and talk to her when we were just freshmen in high school while she was busy reading a book peacefully under a tree.

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I slammed my locker door shut and walked away, with my stationary needed for the next class hugged against my chest.

I looked down to check that I had actually gotten everything.

Textbook. Check.

Fullscap. Check.

Noteboo–

All of a sudden, a pair of arms hugged my shoulder, pulling me closer to their body. I stopped in my tracks, alarmed at first, but I smelled a familiar scent.