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The Last Standing

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Chapter 1

Victoria's P.O.V.

The end of the world started like this,

"Victoria hurry up," Tessa exclaimed. "We're going to be late for P.E."

"Like you care if we're late for P.E," I reply as we speed walked down the hallway. This was one of the many days that we were going to be so close to being late but we never are. What do you expect when our lockers are all the way across the school from P.E.?

Tessa flicked her dark hair back dramatically. "Well you know I need to keep up my reputation."

I rolled my eyes. "What reputation? You don't have one." I smirked at her. She frowned.

"Well you don't need to be so rude," she said crossing her arms.

"You'll get over it," I muttered. All of a sudden she pushes me out of the way and starts a full on sprint down the last hall toward the gym doors.

"Hey, no fair!" I yell at her trying to catch up. I pushed open the gym doors smirking to myself. Just as I think I'm about to win I see her brown hair bobbing up and down from excitement in the gym.

"Ha! I beat you! I'm the winner, you're the loser, I'm the champion!" she declared posing in front of the whole class.

"You cheated!" I said bitterly, feeling the stares on my back. I will never know how Tessa deals with this much attention, and I don't even think that she notices or cares.

"You're just a sore loser," she says sticking her tongue out at me. At that moment our coach, Mrs. Patterson, walked in the room and she eyes the only two girls standing up.

"Victoria, Tessa, get back to your places. How many times do I have to tell you guys?"

Mrs.Patterson gives Tessa a stern look as if she knew it was all her doing. Tessa crossed her arms, huffed, and went back to her spot, while I went quietly all the way across the room to mine.

Mrs. Patterson took the role and as soon as she dismissed us, Tessa went running to our gym lockers knocking a couple of guys in the way.

"Sorry, not really! Excuse you!" I heard her yell.

"Branwell! No running!"

"I'm not!"

I sigh, thinking on how in the world, we became best friends. While Tessa was the crazy one, I was the one who kept her in check, and from getting in trouble.

"Victor! Hurry up!" I cringed at Tessa's nickname for me and started walking to my doom.

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"1, 2, 3, 7, 15, 21, 58, 32, ..........something." At least you got to three just fine, I thought smiling widely, watching Tessa in the front confusing all the girls. This was her turn to be the leader to lead the stretches and count them in the front of everyone and she was failing on purpose. At least I hope so. After another futile attempt at counting, she stood up and exhaled sharply acting as if she actually did any of the stretches.

"Okay!" She clapped her hands together grinning. "We're done!" She nodded vigorously to herself, please that she did something correctly.

A shy girl in glasses raised her hand. "But Tessa, we haven't even done the push ups yet." Tessa narrowed her eyes at the girl causing her from escaping the torture of push ups before smiling deviously.

"Of course we did the push ups," she said loudly, glancing at the teacher hearing if she heard and then back at the shy girl. Tessa smiled showing her white teeth, and patted the girl on the back awkwardly and a little bit too hard tipping the girl forward. Luckily, she didn't fall and Tessa ran off to who knows where. She reminded me of a predator, always stalking their prey. Never leaving their eyes off the target.

"Are you ready?" I yelped turning around. Tessa put a concern look on her face for me, but I knew she was trying hard not to smile.

"What's wrong?" Tessa asked amused.

"Nothing, let's just go."

"Go where?" She looked around the room sneakily and leaned in closer lowering her voice.

"If you're planning to ditch, I'm in." I widen my eyes.

"What? No, I'm not planning ditch! I just meant let's go and play kickball," I quickly said, cause I knew she was always serious about ditching.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "But I hate the game kicking balls."

"Kickball," I corrected her. "Besides, you're not that bad." I lied, cheering her up.

"Time to jog, and that means everyone!" Coach Patterson squinted her eyes at Tessa, who looked like she was lost in space.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask her.

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