You're Different (a Greyson Chance and Cody Simpson Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Authors Note Thingy:

Y'alls gon lurv me after this here crapter.

Just stating.

Hehe.

I am my wits end with this bitch in my class Octavia.

She told me I have horrible parents because my mom couldn't go to my NJHS induction ceremony yesterday, when she doesn't know EITHER of her parents.

She kicked my chair all through math class.

She purposely elbowed me in Science when we were taking notes, messing them up because I'm left handed.

She yelled at my science group and I to shut up when we tried helping her with a problem she got wrong.

And in last period she threw a clipboard at my back and didn't even apologize until the teacher made her.

AND THAT BITCHY TEACHER TOLD ME I OVERREACTED TO IT WHEN I TOLD HER SHE NEEDED TO LEARN HER PLACE BECAUSE FOR SOME DELUDED REASON SHE THINKS SHE'S ABOVE EVERYONE.

and let's see.

She lives in the ghettos

Is rude mean and annoying

No one likes her

And she's really dumb

In Confucius' ideas, she is way below me. He says you have power and a higher standing through knowledge.

Hmmmmmmm

Who's an straight A student?

Who'a in the NJHS?

Who has good enough grades to get a scholarship at a private boarding school?

I. Fucking. Hate. Her.

Now to go get Naked.

The juice of course, you dirty minded people ;}

Dedicated to my Robotics advisor Mr Kiley cuz he said he was proud of me which made me smile :)

I came up with the idea of making pre orders because our next bakesale is the same day the 7th grade is going on a field trip.

Hehe

ON WITH THE CRAPTER!!!!!!

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"What's got you down in the dumps?" I ask, sliding against the wall, down to the floor next to him. I pull my legs up to my chest, making sure my bottom half is somewhat covered. He shrugs, making an attempt of a fake smile. "Did I do something?" I question, hoping with all my heart, I didn't. I can't hurt Grey... No one can, he's just too... Perfect... To.

Did I just call him perfect? Da fuq?

He shake his head quickly, causing his brown hair to move around with it. I kick the tip of my finger and bring it to his head, smoothing down a bundle of hair standing up in the back. "Just not having a good time I guess...," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, wanna dance?" I ask him, hearing the DJ announcing it's the last song of the night. Well, except for the after party, but Greyson and I agreed to not attend. "'Cause if you say no, I'm gonna be that one looser twirlin' around by myself." I say, producing a small smile to form upon his lips.

"Yeah," he replies softly, "I'd like that."

We reach a clear stop on the dance floor just as the music starts playing. It's 'Two Is Better Than One" by Boys Like Girls, featuring Taylor Swift.