Just Maggie

Chapter 4

~~ Hola fellow WattPaders! This is my 4th chapter, so enjoy! I am going to try to update at LEAST once a week. I have tons of homework thanks to my Honor Algebra teacher, who loves torturing children sooo... yeah. Read it Vote, comment, and wear yoga pants! (because they are comfy and I am wearing them right now hehe(: )

“How was your day?” Mom asks me, looking up from her book.

            “Actually, it was pretty good” I say flopping onto the couch. Fredrick hears me, and he scrambles to his feet and leaps on top of me. I laugh and stroke his head mumbling kind words. He stares at me for a long time, barks, and licks my face. I push him off of me, and use my sleeve to wipe off the slobber on my cheek.

            Fredrick jumps down, with a look of satisfaction and resumes to gnawing at his bone in the corner of the living room. I just listen to the music softly playing in the kitchen, Michael Bublé’s deep voice carrying thrughout the house, interupted by the casual groaning from Fredrick.

            I head upstairs to my room, close the door and flop onto the bed. I was tired, I hadn’t done anything at all, but just laying on my bed cleared my mind and made me drowsy.Before I knew it I had fallen asleep in my jeans and not even bothered to take off my school ID.

            The sound of my alarm woke me up,  playing Want You Back by Cher Lloyd, one of my all-time favorite songs. I jump up out of bed and dance around, mouthing all the words in front of my mirror. I look at my clock and see that its 7:04am I slept through the whole night, and didn’t even have dinner. I take a quick shower, dry my hair, and throw it in a messy bun. Today just feels like a comfy day, so I put on my grey yoga pants, a loose fitting top, and moccasins. I put on my Columbia fleece, because it’s a bit cold out this morning.

            I walk down stairs, and sit at the counter, with Niall. We talk about our day at school and his teacher. Becca stomps down the stairs causing me and Niall to jump, her hair is slicked back, and looks super greasy. I crouch down in front of her and run my fingers through her sticky hair.

            “What did you do” I gasp.

            “I don’t know.” she says as she plays hem of her shirt. I can tell she is lying. I take her hand, and guide her towards the bathroom, to see what happened. I see dad’s hair gel o the counter, and laugh.

            “Did you use this stuff Becca? This is gel” I laugh holding up the bottle.

            “…Yeah” she finally says looking down, as if she’s in trouble. I motion towards the tub, and she nods. I have her sit up against the tub and use the showerhead to wash out all of the gel. My fingers scrub vigorously to try to get it all out, she must have used a lot.

            After about 10 minutes and a million whines later I get all of the sticky substance out of her hair. I blow dry her hair and French braid it into two pig tails. She looks adorable, I smile and pat her head.

            “Thanks Maggie” she says feeling her hair.

            “No problem, but next time you’re on your own Bec” I reply, leaving the bathroom.

            I wave goodbye to Niall and Becca, mom says that she will drive them to school, but I insisted on walking. I wanted to see Jesse again, but the guilt was killing me. I shouldn’t be so interested in a guy when I have a boyfriend, I couldn’t help my feelings but still, the guilt was awful. That is one thing I have always hated about myself, I have such a guilty conscious. People continue to tell me that it is a great trait to have, but I would love to be able to live without it.

            I see the raised sidewalk that I had tripped on before, and I jump across, ensuring that I wouldn’t trip this time. I had hoped by now that Jesse would have shown up but still no sign of the sun-kissed cutie. I do however see Claire about to cross the street, so I wait for her.

            “Hey Maggie girl” She yells from the middle of the street. I look at her outfit, and I see that she also took the comfy approach, sweatpants, Uggs, and a fleece jacket as well.

            “Hey Claire Bear” I reply smiling “love the clothes, elegant, yet sophisticated”. She laughs and sarcastically flips her hair over her shoulder in a snobby way.

            “I think we should make every Thursday comfy day, agreed”? she asks.

            “Definitely” I laugh, we continue walking forward, towards the school.

            “So, who did you sit by at lunch yesterday, you can sit with me if you want” she offers.

            “ I sat with Jesse, Nate, Erik, Finn, and Ricardo. It was erm… fun?” I laugh “but yea, I would love to”.

            “Oh, they are a fun group of guys, Jesse is a total hottie, and his friends aren’t too hard on the eyes either” she says wiggling her eyebrows, and nudging me.

            “Yeah I guess” I say, smiling to myself, “do you have a crushy wushy” I laugh. Claire’s face turns a lighter shade of pink, and she smiles.

            “Well, I have had a crush on Jesse since we were young, and it’s never exactly gone away” she says quietly “if you tell anyone shorty, I will kill you”.

            I nod, unable to speak, well isn’t this just fabulous…

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