Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 11

"Well..." She leans over inspecting me "Are you feeling alright? Did something happen? Do you need a nurse?"

I shake my head.

"Then what's wrong?"

"N-Nothing."

"Grace, you don't really expect me to believe that. You're always so glum and now you're outside my classroom door crying."

"No, I'm- I'm fine." I say.

"Okay, well, would you like to come inside? I don't really eat lunch in my room but I have a lot of work to grade and give back so you're more than welcome to sit and do whatever until next period starts." She smiles. I weakly nod my head back before getting up.

She unlocks the door and steps aside allowing me to go in first. I head straight for my seat and run my stomach. Im eager for the pain to go away but it doesn't leave as easy as it comes. It never does.

A while later the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch and the beginning of a new period. My insides turned at the thought of people looking at me weirdly as they walk through the door and down the rows of desks. Ms.Thomas stood by the door abandoning the stack of papers left on her desk to grade to greet students walking in. She greets hello or good afternoon and tells some students to spit out their gum explaining that her classroom was not the cafeteria.

When the sounds of high heel clicks pass by my ears I cringe.

"Ah, Lacey how nice to see you in my class again." Ms.Thomas said sarcastically. Lacey clicks down the row, her skirt swaying from her movements. As she walked past me I noticed how flushed her skin was and the smudged makeup on her lips. She glides into a seat further back and taps her fingers on the desk, probably waiting for her friends to arrive.

Moments later Logan, along with the few remaining pupils, stormed into the room, obviously in a bad mood. Irritation radiated off of him as he slumped down into next to me just like last week. He hung his neck back and leaned his against the chair, shutting his eyes. The white t-shirt he wore cling to his skin. It defined everything underneath and made the muscles in his arms obvious to the eye. It was quite ridiculous actually. If the shirt could do all that it must definitely be wrong for the oncoming weather.

I peeked around the room and it turns out everyone else was dressed similarly. Tanks, Crops tops, shorts, sandals and else what. Weren't they all cold? If anything just looking at them made me remove my hands from my stomach and tug onto my sweater. I was cold. How come they weren't?

I rested my elbows against my desk deciding to stop prying into people's fashion choices.

"As you all know, September is coming to an end and October is just around the corner." Ms.Thomas announces while grabbing a stack of papers and evening them out on the desk. "I know you've already been passed out other assignments by teachers so I'll be nice and make this one easier for you. You may work with a partner of your choice." The was a slight wave of relief and yeses going around the room.

"But," She continued, "Your partnership has to be approved by me. So don't think you can so easily choose your best friend. Remember, this is an assignment not an excuse for hanging out and fooling around. If you're incapable of finding suitable partner on your own I will pick one for you. " She says whilst walking around the classroom, placing a sheet with the assignment on it.

In large bullets there were topics that we covered in past years such as junior and sophomore. I skimmed over the sheet. "You and your partner will be responsible for choosing a topic from the list below and creating a five page page essay, double spaced with size 12 font Times New Roman, and also visuals. You can create an object that symbolizes something that happened during that time, a poster, whatever floats your boat." She finishes while passing out the rest of the papers.

I hated partner projects. Its not as if I had friends so who would want to be my partner?

"I'll give you a few minutes to figure out your partners and write it down on a strip of paper to give me."

I squirmed in my seat. My hands dropped into my lap as I watched others get up and go around the room. The sound of Lacey's clicks over power all the sneaker squeaks as she walks up the row standing besides Logan's desk. He still sits in his leaned back position as she leans over his desk shrugging his shoulder with her hand.He opens his eyes and glares at her before shutting them again.

"Hi baby." She mews at him.

"Fuck off." He replies, his voice cold and hard.

"Aw, come on. If you be my partner I won't leave you hard this time." She fake pouts at him.

"I said fuck off. I already have a partner, go away." He dismisses her.

"Oh yeah," She hissed,"Who?"

He raises his head and glances around and I instantly turn my head back around. I can feel my cheeks getting warm from almost getting caught listening to their conversation.

"Her." He responds.

"Are you kidding me?" Lacey snaps. 'She's such a weirdo, she's probably already asked herself to be her own partner."

"Well she didn't because she's mine. Right, Grace?"

My stomach drops at the sound of my name coming out of Logan's mouth. What did he just say? I turn my head slowly to face them. Lacey shoots me a glare while Logan gives a look. I cant explain it exactly. It was a look mixed with annoyance and tiredness.

I look back and forth between them. My face was probably the definition of unsure yet I meekly nodded my head yes to answer the question.

"Fine," Lacey scoffs while watching Logan write our names down, "But don't come to me when you need to get some." She storms back down the row. "Wasn't going to." He mutters harshly. He slides out of his seat and give the piece of paper to Ms.Thomas before returning back to his position.

It takes a couple minutes before I build up the courage to turn to him and speak.

"Why did you do that?" I ask. He turns his head to me and shoots me another look.

"Because one, I know you don't have a partner and two, Lacey's a bitch. It doesn't matter, you agreed yourself." He shrugs.

"But I, I-"

"Okay!" Ms.Thomas's voice cuts me off. "I know we have more pairs in this class than the amount of slips I have so lets get through the approval and if you don't have a partner, by the end of this you will."

My insides twisted as she read the names aloud.

"Anna and Tessa, sure. Dale and Andi, sure. Roscoe and Seth, absolutely not. Slackers don't get paired with slackers."

She continued on, approving and disapproving and creating pairs along the way.

"Ren and Liam, okay. Logan and Grace.." She hesitates for a few seconds before giving a small look and approving.

Oh. What the hell has he done? I was angry at him, but at the same time I was angry at myself too. He was right after all, I did agree. But even if I didn't agree he would have wrote my name down anyways, right? I mean, I don't know but I could guess.

We didn't speak to each other for the rest of the period, and when I saw him in the hall he never glanced at me or anything. I was glad for it. He gave me weird feelings and I barely knew him. They weren't good feelings either, they were bad ones. Like he knew something he wasn't suppose to or he would find out sooner or later.

Next Chapter will be up soon, maybe sometime this following week? Sorry if there are any mistakes.

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