Opposites Attract

OLD VERSION - STILL TO BE EDITED! Chapter 13 - Peanut Butter Kicks Nutella's..

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                                                             ----------Chapter 13--------

                                             ~Peanut Butter Kicks Nutella's But Any Day~

 

Stupid freaking locker, just open already. Argghh!

I tried for the fourth time to try and open my stupid locker. I turned the key perfectly and tried once more. When it wouldn’t budge, again, I just started to punch it continuously, letting out all my anger and frustration.

Why was it when one thing seemed to go wrong, ever other little thing just jumped on the ‘let’s make this person’s life a living hell’ bandwagon? Was the world deliberately turning everything against people who weren’t jolly? Because that was what it seemed like.  I just couldn’t seem to get a break.

I was more than likely going to get a detention for not having my books and being late. I couldn’t get my books because they were in my locker, which wouldn’t open. I was going to be late because I refused to get a lift from Chase and instead had to get one with Mr. Matthews. I couldn’t get a lift with Chase because he was a douche who I refused to talk to and Chase was born to ruin my life.

 I guess I should really blame the storks for my detention.

When my hands started to hurt, I gave up and leaned my head against the lockers and closed my eyes.

I probably should have started heading to class, but I could bring my feet to move at all. I let my mind shut down and drift back to a time where I could think of mystical forest and Leprechauns without being reminded by a certain person.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a fake cough right beside by ear. I slowly peeled my eyes open only to find a very, very unpleasant sight.

No, it wasn’t a massive man-eating mutated octopus, it was worse. It was Blair Kingsley. Did she seriously expect me to talk with her, even if it was our ‘punishment’? Did she seriously plan on going along with it?

“What do you want?” I groggily growled.

“Hello, to you to.” She snapped.

I rolled my eyes at her snide comment, “Cut the chit-chat Blair, what do you want?”

“Pfftt..I thought you would have wanted to know how I’m going to get us out of this ‘arrangement.’” She grimaced at the end.

This made me stand up straighter and actually listen. She wasn’t a dumb girl, so maybe she actually did find a way out.

“And how do you plan on doing this?” I inquired.

“Well..” She paused to take some very formal looking documents from her designer bag, “I think these might help.” She handed over the pages for me to read.

In bold letters it stated:  

For the collective agreement on both parties to cease the request by Mr. Douchchuck
[A/N: I’m not sure if this is completely correct. If it’s not and anyone knows the correct terms can you please tell me, please and thank youJ]

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Are you serious, you got a legal document made up?” I asked in an unbelieving voice and wide eyes.