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It was only the 3rd day of school, and my plan for the year was already derailing. I woke up later than usual that morning, hoping that Tyler wouldn't be able to find me if I were lost in a crowd. It wasn't supposed to matter anyways, because Katherine was supposed to clean up her mess.
Although, I didn't have much faith in her, because once again, she wasn't the dedicated type.
When I arrived to school that morning, I went straight to my homeroom and saw Tyler standing right next to the door. I immediately froze, my heart along with the rest of my body. I turned around quickly, walking the direction I had just come in, praying Tyler hadn't spotted me. I had hope, but he had caught me, and he was making his way over. I hugged my binder hard, digging my right nails into the spine.
"So, Corrin, you ready to tell me who put the note in my locker?" he asked, I flicked my eyes up at him, sick with hatred. Also a little annoyed because Katherine hadn't done what she said she would, shocker.
"Why do you find such pleasure in bothering me? I didn't do it," I said, irritated with him.
"Well, it's kind of hard to believe you because you had the exact materials it took to put a note in my locker, think of it this way, it's kind of like saying you didn't egg the school, but when the principal goes into your bag, he finds 4 empty egg cartons, it's hard to believe you didn't do it," he said, inching a little closer to me. I took a glimpse at him through the corner of my eye.
"Well what if someone asked me to loan them the eggs, and I said sure, because I knew that trying to talk them out of it would be impossible," I said, connecting my metaphor with his. I turned back, reversing the direction I was walking in.
"What are you saying?" he asked, confused.
"Look, my friend asked to borrow the sticky notes and the pen, I swear to god, I didn't do it."
Tyler smirked and took out my pen, that I had fallen out my bag the day before, out of his pocket, twirling it in his fingers. It was then that I realized, he probably had the rest of my sticky notes. I began to wonder what he did with them. Maybe he was storing them in a clear plastic bag, marked evidence.
"Sure you didn't, but if I were the principal, I'd have you suspended for egging the school." He winked at me, and spun around, leaving me. A little part of me burned up inside, I wanted the last words. I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that his words were going to linger in my mind the rest of the day.
"You're an asshole," I called out. They were the only words I could think of. Tyler's walking came to a stop, and turned to face me. He smiled and nodded his head and proceeded to head towards his first class, whispering to his friends. I sighed with relief, not only had I gotten the last words, but he was gone. There was no way I was going to let him my last year of high school.
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It Should Have Been Him
Teen FictionIt all started with a pen and a hot pink sticky note... Corrin Brier has her final year of high school set in stone. No distractions, just tests, studying more studying and college applications. She's always been serious, focused, driven and at the...