Running Blind

27. Mistakes Taken

Hi guys! I've been juggling this, garden work, job applications for college, college stuff, and helping around the house a lot lately. BUT I was still able to get 4,800 words into this baby!! :D haha. I really hope you enjoy it. I normally don't write like this, so it was a little strange. Anyway, please vote and comment what you liked/didn't like and what your thoughts are! Thanks! Love you guys!

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(Brie)

Tick. Tick. Tick. Ticktick. Tick.

I tried to block out the annoying tapping beside me and actually listen to Mrs. Graped’s lecture.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I take a deep breath and let it out immediately, making a big show of it.

Tick. Ticktick. Tick.

“Stop that.” I muttered.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I sunk deeper into my chair and moaned. “Pleeeaase.”

Tick.

I was toward the back of the class in my geometry class, so the teacher never really noticed when I was misbehaving, either that or she really couldn’t care less. I would believe both.

Tick.

“Alright, wisecrack,” I snapped, whipping my head around so that I was hopefully watching them. “You better stop tapping that stupid pencil of yours, or I’m going to break every one of your fingers on both of your hands.”

Tick. “That’s all? Sounds like you’ll be taking it easy on me,”

The voice was unfamiliar...and I knew a lot of voices. I knew he must be new--at least to this class--because I normally sat alone in my own row.

“Excuse me?” I whispered harshly.

“I heard you’ve done worse.” Tick.

I rolled my eyes. What kind of things would be going around the school about me? Who wants to pick on the blind girl? “Oh?” Is all I could muster.

“Mm-hmm,” The boy said. “you got your boyfriend to beat up that Ian kid.”

My stomach dropped to a rocky bottom. What. I actually stuttered. “B-boyfriend?”

A chuckle. “The farmboy.” Tick.

Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I sighed in exasperation. “No. No, no, no, no.” My hands were shaking. Why was I talking to this dude? “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Dang. It even hurt to say it.

“Oh? Ian thinks otherwise.”

I turned completely in my chair. “Who are you?” I asked suddenly.

I could imagine some shmuck shrugging. “Acquaintance of Ian’s.”

“Good.” I said, my cheeks were flaming. “Then you might know what kind of an ass he is.”

Tick. “Is that so?” Tick.

Ah, I remembered why I was talking to him. “Let’s just drop the argument, okay?” I said with the best smile I can muster.

“Okay, Racergirl.” Tick. Tick.

The teacher was assigning homework as he made his snide remark that came a few minutes later. “Ian also said you wanted...well,” chuckle. “what he was serving up,”

At that, I slowly turned in my seat, unsure of what was about to spill out of my mouth, the foul memory of Ian attacking me nearly made me gag. “You sure know a lot for one of his acquaintances.”