Locked Away

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"Remember, page twenty-four, all twenty problems,"Mr. Lucio shouted. I put my bag over my shoulder and walked out the door.

She was mad at me for no reason. It was like she cared, when she actually didn't.

Lainie ran up to me. "Dude, what's wrong?" "What do you mean?"I lied, walking out the door. "Well, you don't talk to Jocelyn anymore, and you're both depressed about that, so what did you do?"

"What did I do? All I freaking did was go back to wrestling, and she got pissed off,"I almost yelled. "Because she doesn't want you getting hurt,"she pointed out. "She doesn't care." "She cares more than you think. So talk to her." "Well...I'll try,"I said lamely, opening the door. I walked to my room, and closed the door. Jocelyn was already there, typing on her laptop. Ignoring me.

I sighed and threw my bag on my bed. "I'm sorry for whatever I did,"I snapped. She didn't answer. "You knew exactly what you did." "And how does it affect you?" "It affects me cause I-"she stopped talking. "Never mind." "No, how?" "Cause I like you,"she muttered. "You what?"I asked loudly. "I like you,"she shouted, shoving her face into her pillow. I smirked,"Me too baby."

She threw the pillow over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

I sat down on her bed. "Are you still finishing the project?" "Still part of our grade,"she answered. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "No." She pushed me away blushing, and I laughed. "Too late, you admitted it." I walked back over to my bed. "You're gonna quit?" "Yeah."

"Promise?" "No." "Justin." "Fine." I stood up. "Just a few more days. No competition."
"Alright."

"I'll be back baby, just gotta go do something,"I said, walking out the door, meeting up with Austin. "Ray's here!"he whispered, following me to the gym.

"Still up for the competition?"the coach said the minute I entered the room. "Well, I-"

"No, he's not. He's too afraid." I shot around. "No I'm not,"I snapped back at Ray. "Yeah, right."

"I'm still doing it." "You are?" I am? "I am." "Are you sure?" I'm sure? "I'm sure."

Jocelyn.

Austin grabbed my arm and dragged me away. "What are you thinking? You promised Jocelyn you wouldn't, remember?" "Well....,"I looked back at the coach and than at Austin,"I know. I have to, though. Guy thinks I'm a wimp."

"Let him think that. You are!" "Gee, thanks for the support." "Sorry, but Justin-" "Distract her for me. You, Shawn, and Lainie." "I'm not going to lie for you-" "Austin." He hesitated. "Alright. But I warned you." We walked away. "Competition is in two days, so remember. At eight." I nodded, and the coach walked away.

"You're gonna loose, so I suggest you quit now,"Ray said, a smirk crawling onto his face. "I was twelve and you were fifteen, remember? Uncle, you can't even fight a kid your own age, you old bag,"I answered, shaking my head. "And you can't fight a kid older than your age." "Three years older,"I reminded him, making his face turn red in embarrassment. "Shut up! I still beat you." "Sadly." He turned around. "And I'll beat your eighteen-year-old ass again." "And I'll watch you loose your twenty-one-year-old ass now,"I shot back. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

I turned to Austin, who was eating popcorn. "Where the hell do you get the food out of nowhere?" He shrugged. "I have a perfect timing for food." "And hopefully for setups,"I muttered under my breath.

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