What was he trying to do? Make me confess or worse?
My face got red hot, "Don't come any closer!" I moved back as I whisper yelled at him.
He looked kinda stunned, his hands were going come to my back.. Oh, he was going to hug me.
"Oh. A hug." I nervous laughed.
He laughed at me.
"What do you think I was going to do? Kiss you?"
"Maybe!" I laughed a little.
He stop laughing, "You really thought I was gonna kiss you?"
"Mayy-be..."
He looked me straight in the eye. I felt like he was gonna give me a long speech. Like how your mom or dad gives you a lecture about something you did, going through, what you'll do with your life, and other stuff. It wasn't a parenting look, nor was it a friend look, it was a guidance counselor look, yeesh. I mean Yeah, I might have said something weird, to the question he asked me.. But that doesn't mean to go all guidance couselor on me!
"You have a boyfriend, do you think I'd ruin that? I mean yeah I'm your friend, and yeah I don't think ya'll are good together, but I want you to be happy. So why do you think I'd do that to you?"
"Well, you were close to me, so kinda had my suspicions... I do have a mind of my own right? So why can't I think random things?"
He had a white flag over his head, or at least he looked defeated.
I hugged him and left.
Am I a bad friend?
Nahh, he'd be fine.
Should I go back and get him so he won't be late for his class and get in trouble for not having a pass?
Yeah....
I went back and looped my arm in his and dragged him off.
"Woah, Carter who knew you were strong."
"Welp Grey, I'm strong when I need to be, and innocent when.. Who am I kidding I'm not innocent!" I laughed.
We walked down the hallway and I entered my class, the class where the notes came to me, the class where I hated the teacher and the teacher felt mutual, the class that I wish that I could switch out of, but Ms, Seres as nice as she is says I need to get used to a teacher hating me and deal with it, and of course I said I'll try my best. Woopie, this class is the bomb dot com. I'm just kidding I hate this class.
I was in that class for the rest of the day.. Why? Because of stupid pep-rallies, lunch, and other surprises I really don't give crap about, I'm not into sports. I mean I LOVE P.E. and sports.. But our school sucks at sports and anything else competitive. They were amazing at fine arts things, like plays, music, and well.. Art! They called down teams for pictures. Oh picture day, that was one he--
"Miss. Carter, explain your reasoning for number 45."
"Well Mr. Parker, You never handed out the packets and half of that so far, you haven't even taught yet. So really, my reasoning is teach us this."
The class laughed and I just sat there with a You-Better-Start-Teaching-Or-They'll-Just-Keep-Laughing face on. He narrowed his eyes, and didn't care and asked more kids for their reasoning for the problem.
Not giving up are were?
Bring It On Mr. I-DONT-CARE Parker. BRING IT ON. Cause I ain't giving up either.
I quickly raised and let my brow fall.
I'm ready for what you throw at m--
"Miss. Carter, answer this. Use whatever you need." He asked me like he was a clown asking a kid if they wanted a balloon and he had a long day.
I started to slove on paper.
Dude i'm gonna blow your head off.. Not litterally.
I solve it and yelled out my answer.
"That's actually right Miss. Carter."
I HAVE OFFICIALLY WON!!!!!!
Yes! I did *happy dance in my mind*
So weird things with Cale and Bells, ehem...
Anyways Merry Christmas! (And a happy new year (: )
~Mwah Misa
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Not Interested ✔️ unedited
Teen FictionI wrote this when I was 13 and didn't have any writing skills, so you've been warned. Again this book is NOT EDITED ---------------------------------------------------- Anabelle Carter was a girl with a plan and did not wa...
