"You know what? Get the other one, the color is better on you," Kayla said, and I sighed.
"Fine, but only because I know you know what you're doing," I said, reluctantly, putting down the navy blue for the black.
Kayla and I had been shopping for the party- along with a much needed closet update, and so far I had gotten a pair of white shorts, a mint green dress, a pair of skinny jeans, and a black, short, loose-fitting, spaghetti strap dress.
"Perfect. You ready?" She said, and I nodded before we walked to the cash register.
"What do you wanna do tomorrow?" I asked, and Kayla laughed.
"I dunno, I guess we could go bowling or see a movie," she answered, and I shrugged.
"Let's do both," I said, and she gave me one of her award-winning grins.
"Okay, cool," she said, and we left the store and into the mall.
"You ready to leave? I'll pay for dinner," she said, and I agreed. We got pizza and went back to Kayla's, where we modeled our outfits for the party and planned our hair and make-up. I ended up crashing at her house, but of course my insomnia kept me up for a while. I went back to my house at five, before sleeping for a little more and then getting ready for school. I figured I would wear what I put on this morning to go bowling and to the movies. I squeezed into my skinny jeans and put on a gray top before layering it with my black leather jacket. I slipped on my all-black converse and put my curly hair into a messy bun. I quickly finished up throwing on a little makeup before leaving to pick up Kayla.
"Hey," I said, moving my bag to the backseat to make room for Kayla.
"Hey," she said cheerfully.
"What's got you so happy?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"I'm not," she answered, and I made a disbelieving face.
"Yeah, sure," I said, pulling onto the road. We were silent for the rest of the ride, consumed in our own thoughts.
"Hey, I gotta see a teacher before class, so I gotta go, sorry," Kayla said, backing away from the jeep to get a headstart.
"It's cool, see ya later," I said, waving and shifting my bag on my shoulder. I strolled to my locker, my headphones blasting music to drown out the noise of students. As I rounded the corner, I saw the same group of guys around my locker again. And guess who was standing flat up against my locker.
Chad.
I strided towards him, keeping my face calm and focusing on my music. I stopped at the edge of the group and waited, and I finally caught Chad's eye.
"Abigail! Just who I wanted to see," he said, pushing off my locker.
"It's Abby," I deadpanned, and he laughed.
"Well, I'm special. I'm the only one who gets to call you Abigail," he lowered his voice and I almost leaned towards him. Instead, I pushed past him and opened my locker.
"Give back my shit, Chad," I said, and a few people laughed quietly.
"Whatever are you talking about, Abigail?" He said, putting emphasis on my name.
"Give me my shit that was in my locker," I said, scowling. Chad had taken all of the books and pens that were left in my locker that I didn't take home.
"I don't have them," he said, and I frowned. "Okay, fine, I do. They're in the empty one next to yours," he said, and I gave him a sarcastic smile before turning to the locker. I opened it and found my stuff and threw it in my locker along with my bag. I shut my locker and turned.
He was standing so fucking close, I felt his breath on my neck. His forearm was pressed against the locker above my head, and I backed against my locker.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
"You're kind of cute when you're angry," he mumbled, moving his face next to mine.
"What?" I asked, breathing in his scent.
"Just getting to know what makes you tick," he said in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
"Excuse me?" I let out with a scoff, and he chuckled.
"And I just want to know what makes you... smile. Among other things," he answered, moving closer to my face.
"Like what?" I said, a lazy smile drifting onto my face.
"I'm sure we'll find out eventually," he said. I gave him a shove and he stepped back, startled.
"I'm sure you won't," I snapped back, stomping away. I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato.
Of course Chad has chosen today to make sexual innuendos.
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hehe
chad's gettin a little wild ladies
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Crash and Burn
Teen FictionWhen Abigail Hummers moves back home after the "cleansing of her sins", or so what her mother had called it, she rediscovers the place that had turned her to a rebellious child in the first place. When she configures a new best friend and a possible...