The Stolen Heart

What hoe am I beating up today?

The pic on the side is of Bailee.

Bradley's phone ringing startles me awake.

He sleeps right through his alarm. I shake him awake.

He shuts the alarm off.

"Lets just skip. I wanna be with you." he whispers.

"No. if you don't go to school, you won't graduate. If you don't graduate, you won't get into college or get a good job. If you don't have a good job, you can't buy me a ring. If you don't buy me a ring then we can't get married. If we can't get married then we can't spend eternity together. Don't skip school."

"How are you so awake?" he grumbles.

"Because I want to spend eternity together."

"Well if we go to school then we can't spend eternity because I have seven classes without you." he whines. I kiss him.

"Well I'm going."

He groans, but he gets up anyways.

I let him have the bathroom for a shower, and I strip down to my bra and underwear and pull on black skinny jeans. I pull on a blue long sleeve shirt, combat boots, and a tan scarf. Bradley comes out completely ready.

"How are you ready? I haven't even curled my hair yet." I curl my hair with the mirror in the room. He waits for me. I brush my teeth when I'm done, and then I grab my bag from the floor.

"It's not too late to not go." He says.

I roll my eyes and go downstairs.

I take my car and he takes his.

We're late so I don't even get to say goodbye to him. I walk into first period just as the bell rings.

I take my seat in silence and start taking notes.

****

Period's one through three consisted of lectures, which means I was taking notes the whole time.

I sit down in fourth period. This is English with my favorite teacher. I'm not even being conceded when I say that I'm Mr. Jones' favorite student. He's crazy and also the kind of teacher that will sit there and talk about his new shoes or how fucking stupid his dog is. He swears as much as we do, and I steal his seat all the time. I swear at him if he gives me bad grades, and I'll write myself passes. I'm at his chair now, my feet on his desk.

"We're watching Sco-" he cuts off when a girl with long wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"I just got put in this class." She says.

"Okay. What's your name?" Mr. Jones asks.

"Bailee." She says.

"Bailee what?" he asks.

"Scone." She says, shifting her bag on her shoulder. Everyone looks at me, looking just as confused as I am.

"Scone." He repeats. She looks at me. "Do you know her?"

"Nope." I say.

"Well, Emma, get up."

"I'm comfortable." I reply.

"I don't care." He says.

Scoffing, I move back to my seat. The new girl sits next to me.

Mr. Jones puts on Scooby Doo. I fucking love this show. I watch intently, and I'm sad for less than a second when the bell rings.

It's lunch time, which means Bradley.

"You can sit with me if you want." I tell Bailee.

"Thanks." She smiles.