Justalouisgirl

"I settle for ignoring her instead of gracing that with a response. It’s a sad fact that I’m all too aware of—I really do try to hate him. Like I’ve said before, he’s the infuriating type of person that you just can’t seem to hate. And honestly, it’s hard to hate someone who doesn’t hate you back. But boy do I try.
          	
          	When the bell rings and signals the end of our lunch, I wait for Tay to throw all his stuff away before walking back to our fourth period class. We only have ten minutes left, so we both decide to pick up our stuff and wander around the school for the remainder of the time. Our teacher doesn’t care anyways.
          	
          	“So, any plans for after school?” I ask, shoving a folder into my backpack.
          	
          	“Football practice, duh. You’re not staying?”
          	
          	I almost stop to slap my forehead. I completely forgot that Taylor has football practice. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. I always stay so he has a ride home.
          	
          	“I have to pick Noah up from school,” I say. “But I guess I can come back. Would Coach let Noah sit in?”
          	
          	Taylor shrugs, stopping at his locker. “I don’t see why not. As long as you can keep him under control.”
          	
          	I scoff, and then realize he may have a point. Maybe as long as I keep wooden objects out of his way, and he has some homework or something to work on, he’ll be fine. Then again, that child is as rowdy as they come.
          	
          	“Well, maybe if Lillian is there—” Oh, great, Lillian. How is Joey going to pick her up from school?
          	
          	Almost as if he was keeping up with my train of thoughts, the man in question comes strolling around the corner with a few of his football buddies. I roll my eyes as I see Carl among them, smirking at me and mouthing ’ginger’.
          	
          	“Hey, Macy,” Joey calls. He jogs up to me, hitching his bag up on his shoulder when he comes to a stop. “I was hoping I could ask you for a favor?”" http://wattpad.com/story/2114912

callalilylove

Hey, I've seen your book, Call Me Katie, and I look forward to reading it. I noticed that you haven't updated it since March 28th, and I'm just wondering if you've decided to stop writing it or if you're just working on it. I understand if you're just not in the mood anymore, I just don't want to go headfirst into a book and then realised it won't be completed for another few months, or years or whatever. Please message me as soon as you get a minute, so I can go ahead and read your work. :)

Justalouisgirl

"I settle for ignoring her instead of gracing that with a response. It’s a sad fact that I’m all too aware of—I really do try to hate him. Like I’ve said before, he’s the infuriating type of person that you just can’t seem to hate. And honestly, it’s hard to hate someone who doesn’t hate you back. But boy do I try.
          
          When the bell rings and signals the end of our lunch, I wait for Tay to throw all his stuff away before walking back to our fourth period class. We only have ten minutes left, so we both decide to pick up our stuff and wander around the school for the remainder of the time. Our teacher doesn’t care anyways.
          
          “So, any plans for after school?” I ask, shoving a folder into my backpack.
          
          “Football practice, duh. You’re not staying?”
          
          I almost stop to slap my forehead. I completely forgot that Taylor has football practice. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. I always stay so he has a ride home.
          
          “I have to pick Noah up from school,” I say. “But I guess I can come back. Would Coach let Noah sit in?”
          
          Taylor shrugs, stopping at his locker. “I don’t see why not. As long as you can keep him under control.”
          
          I scoff, and then realize he may have a point. Maybe as long as I keep wooden objects out of his way, and he has some homework or something to work on, he’ll be fine. Then again, that child is as rowdy as they come.
          
          “Well, maybe if Lillian is there—” Oh, great, Lillian. How is Joey going to pick her up from school?
          
          Almost as if he was keeping up with my train of thoughts, the man in question comes strolling around the corner with a few of his football buddies. I roll my eyes as I see Carl among them, smirking at me and mouthing ’ginger’.
          
          “Hey, Macy,” Joey calls. He jogs up to me, hitching his bag up on his shoulder when he comes to a stop. “I was hoping I could ask you for a favor?”" http://wattpad.com/story/2114912