I turned awkwardly and tried to find something to pin my eyes on and then I saw him. About 10 years of age probably, brown hair, sitting in a chair farther away and watching me and Mrs. Keene.
She noticed my attention was somewhere else and then she laughed " oh, you've noticed the tyke eh. That's my grandson Carter, who wears nothing but Birkenstock sandals!"
She moved to the kitchen with more booming laughter.
I passed by Joey and he spoke " don't mind the staring, he's an artist. He draws a lot of things and people from this shop. " I nodded at him and he turned again to do something else.
X
For some reason I was really hungry today. I kept complaining to Emery about my gnawing hunger and finally it was time for Lunch . I went to the cafeteria and sat at the usual table, stole some fries off Tessa's plate and chuckled as she tried to swat my hand away. The boys were there too. Ingrid was giggling at something Sawyer just said. But Kendall wasn't there.
Emery was kinda depressed because of Kendall's rejection.
I felt bad for her.
Loud laughter sounded from a particular table and I noticed that it was Abby's table. Her hair was noticeable from where I sat; she stood up and I took my eyes of her.
She'd probably accuse me of doing something evil with my eyes.
And then I saw her again , walking fast and not paying too much attention to where she was going, there came Kendall from the other side as well. It was quite obvious what was going to happen. Abby bumped into Kendall and the plate flew somewhere but most of the food landed on his white shirt. There was some commotion.
Emery stood up. Her hoops banging against her face. "
Whoops.
Abby panicked and grabbed a tissue from a random table and started to dab at his chest and stomach. Then she panicked again because she was touching THE Kendall Wyatt's abs.
He looked down at her with raised eyebrows, looking peeved. He took her hands off him and left the cafeteria.
Emery had suddenly appeared next to him holding a new shirt as they both walked out of the cafeteria.
Now how did she get there?
YOU ARE READING
Miles In Their Shoes.
أدب المراهقينIts high school. It's jocks and nerds and fights and classes and everything else. But this time, we're hearing it from the mean girl's side. When the point of view swaps, can you walk miles in their shoes?
