Zoey:
Setting our lunch bags down, we eat.
I take out the turkey sandwich and munch on the celery I have too.
"Cookie anyone?" Em asks, setting the container in the middle of the table.
"Thanks." Grace and Riley say, grabbing a cookie or two.
Finishing the sandwich, I throw away the remains.
Setting the bag down on the floor, everyone looks at me.
"Cookie?" Em asks, handing me a cookie.
"Oh, uh...no thanks."
"Knew it." I heard Grace mumble.
"I'm going to ask you again, do you want a cookie?" Em asks, more like demands.
"Second thought...yeah. Thanks." I say, taking it and eating a bite.
"Five minutes until we gotta get back, I guess we should get going." Riley says.
"Yeah, let's go." Grace says, taking my hand and leading me away from the others.
"What's wrong?" I ask her.
"Oh, don't play that. Again? Why?" She asks, looking at me.
"Umm....because...." I answer, looking down at my hands.
We are by a tree in the front yard.
"Zoey." She warns.
"I'm eating aren't I? I'm fine." I say.
"Yes, Zoey, but sometimes you just...." She stops there, shaking her head.
"I'm fine. I promise." I tell her.
"Alright." She sighs.
"But, you got to promise me something." She says.
"Go on." I say.
"When we're at the beach, you're eating normally. Promise?" She says.
I sigh, nodding slightly.
"I've gotta hear you say it, Zo." Her voice is quiet.
"I promise, I'll eat normally." I say.
"Good, let's go." She says, dragging us back to the gym.
"Finally, I was about to make Riley go find you two." Coach says, ushering Grace to the court.
Sitting down, I tuck my legs under myself.
"Hey, want some company?" Riley asks, sitting down beside me.
"Not really." I mumble, leaning back.
"That's a little too bad," he chuckles, clicking his pen against the clipboard. Repeatedly.
"Stop it." I say, grabbing his hand, and setting the pen down on the board.
Letting go of his hand he smirks.
"If you just wanted to hold hands, you could've just asked." He smirks.
"In your dreams." I tell him.
He chuckles a little, making me laugh at him.
We end up losing the last game by two points, but we did amazing for our last game this year.
"Well, you're all allowed to get home, but seniors stay, because they have practice, remember?" Coach says, looking at the three volleyball players, that are seniors.
They nod, and head to the locker room.
"That means I can't take you home." Riley says, looking back at me.
"I know, I'll just catch a ride home with someone I guess." I say.
He nods, and walks off.
I walk carelessly over to Grace and Em.
"So who wants to take me home?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.
"I'd like to, but I've got to work." Grace says.
"Emmy." I pout.
"Take the bus." She chuckles, picking up her bags.
"Ewe, never."
"Fine." She laughs, we walk out to her car.
As we drive past the football field I catch glimpses of everyone in the caps and gowns, including Riley and my brother. Riley looking cute. Wait. No. Just ignore me.
A/N:
sooooo, we got out of school early and I finished the second book to go along with The Giver, AND MATTY NO DONT DIE IVE BECOME STRANGELY ATTACHED TO THAT BOOK CHARACTER.
ok, anywaysssssss, how was it??
-/-nikki
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Candy Apples
Fanfiction"It matches with your personality." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Your favorite food, describes you. It's sweet at first, then you bite into the apple, and it's bitter-" Cutting him off there, I start defending myself. He shoves the apple back...
