First And Only Love{Discontinued}

One Drunken Night

I'm baack!! Hey I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year in TWENTY FIFTEEN!! I'm so excited about thias year because it is the year I graduate from 8th grade and I am so hoping to go to Jones,if I do good on my selective prep test on January 25 (we do selective enrollment in Chicago). So wish me luck!

I'm still on winter break so I promise I'll update some of my other chapters quickly before I have no time left during the time I have to go back to school and for rest of January.

But enough of this talk , I give you....daadaadada! One Drunken Night !

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        "I hate gym class." I panted as I jogged on the track alongside Delila, who looked like she was about to pass out as well.

        "Ditto,", she agreed, as our gym coach, Mrs. Wheeler blew the whissle nagging at us to speed up. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and ran faster as well as Delila. Just because your husband dumped you for a younger woman doesn't mean you have to let out your anger on your students. Delila snickered and nodded her head beside me.

        "What? Did I say that out loud?," she nodded, and kept laughing. I rolled my eyes and smiled, giggling along with her. 

        Gym was my second to last class of the day today then I have Literature and Writing with Everett. Great. I swear my teacher, Mr. Barley hates me. Every time I walk into that class he sends me a deadly glare, and he gives me the hardest fucking questions to answer in front of the whole class. Don't get me wrong I have an A in his class, but I think this had something to do with me breaking his special mug at the beginning of last year. It's like he lives to make mylife a living hell, even though he shouldbe torturing the kids who are in La La  land during his class.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Coach Wheeler's ear busting whistle blowing rather loudly, calling us to assemble on our half of the football field because of the boy's gym class on the other side; also with Everett in it. Just my luck. Sharing the field was not very smart considering seconds later I was hit on my leg by a soccer ball.

"Ouch!", I cried as I slumped to the ground holding my leg. Suddenly it feels cooler, then I soon realize I'm covered by a shadow. And that shadow belongs to guess who? Jacob Reece. He neals down and examines my knee. Iswear this is like deja vu.

"Are you okay?" He says, sounding less cocky than usual. I hear concern lacing his tone, and my heart hammers. I swear I heard every girl 'Awe'. His bright turquoise irises were shining with amusement. Never mind the concern. After a few moments he stood up and stretched out his hand, by this time everyone went back to what they were doing. I stared at him for a moment, admiring how the sun complemented his features. His eyes seemed brighter if that was possible, his slightly tanned skin glowed, and his golden hair shined. Once he realized I was checking him out, a smirk grew on his face and amusement flooded his eyes once again.

"Were you checking me out?" He said, amusement laced in his tone.

Flustered and feeling my cheeks flame I grabbed his outstretched hand while saying, "No, I was not you egotistical ass.", I retorted. Great comback, Lest.

Thanks.

"Whoa!" He said his smirk growing as he pulled me to my feet. "Someone's a little fiesty, huh? Lemme guess, is it that time of the month?"

Oh hell no, he did notjust...

Yanking my hand from his hold, ignoring the codness it felt without it, I gasped, pointing my finger at his annoyingly hard chest and also he irritatingly stood at a tall height of 6' 1" to my short 5' 6". Then with venom laced in my tone I said, "You fucking bastard--". I was irritatingly cut off by the shrieking sound of Coah Wheeler's whistle. I swear she uses that wayto much.