After finally begging her father to allow her to attend public school, Varena Claire didn't think he was talking about their rival school. Varena's father is the principal of Fallon High and the fact that the rival school, Cresent High, was succeedi...
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Meliorism: the belief that The world gets better.
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"How are you doing today, dear friend of mine?" Ellie popped up at my side, faking a British accent, as we walked into the big blue doors. "I'm good," I casually replied.
I avoided my parents like crazy all day yesterday and I still have gotten no replies from Hale.
My eyes casually glanced at the wall where a few students were outside the school but then I couldn't look away when I spotted him. It felt magnetic and captivating when our eyes locked. I couldn't look away, it wasn't even an option. It felt like everything else beside him was blurred as I walked into the building.
His lips were in a thin line, his jaw slightly clenched and his eyes glaring. Overall, he seemed scary and intimidating. "What class you have first?" Ellie asked, grabbing my hand, and taking my attention away.
I felt dazed, not knowing what the hell just happened. But part of me expected something like that to happen after our moment on the rooftop.
It was still unbelievable what happened on Saturday evening.
"Why the hell were you looking at Covan like that?" She asked me in a hushed tone. My eyes widened and I froze. I didn't think someone would notice. "I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders, walking to my locker.
"You can't like him, I know you're new or stuff but he is off limits," Ellie told me. I wanted to roll my eyes but that would leave a bad impression. "It takes me more than a week to become interested in someone and I know he has Jessie," I defended myself.
Ellie seemed to relax slightly after a said that. "Great, now come on, let's get to class," she changed the subject. I quickly changed out the books in my bag and the ones in my locker before walking to class with Ellie beside me.
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My chest was rising and falling, my heart thumping harsh in the protection of my rib cage.
Cheerleading practice was exhausting, to say the least.
Today went along swiftly and normal. I got a distraction from everything which was school work and classes and after school I stayed back an hour with the team to practice the routine for the game on Friday.
As I walked to my car with my gym bag slung over my shoulder while I drank water, I multitasked and checked my phone. I paused in my steps when I saw the message. Why was I having a hard time believing it was true?
I should be elated and the more I looked at it, I was happy and relieved.
