Teacake(Incomplete, on-going)
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When your older brother- back from boarding school, a heartthrob of an ex-bestfriend, an adorable nerdy kid, the schools bad boy, and a stereotypical b!tchy Queen Bee (who actu...
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Poke.
Poke. Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke. Poke.
Poke.
I grab Parker's finger before he can poke me one more time and twist it. Is this his way of getting me back? "If you poke me one more time I swear I will break your finger. Understand?" He nods."Good."
Five more minutes till this awful class is over. "Why is pretty boy over there staring at you?" He asks.
I turn to where Parker is pointing and sure enough Don is watching me. After staring at me for a couple more seconds he turns back around. "No reason." I turn to Parker, who has been annoying me all class.
"It doesn't look like no reason." Parker answers.
'No sh!t Sherlock.' I want to say. Instead, I give him my coldest look and ask something else. "Do you not know how to shut up?"
He smirks "What crawled up your a$s and died?"
-
The bell rings.
I just had History, the worst subject school could offer. It's now time for gym, the last subject of the day. I meet up with the Emma, who also has gym with me, after changing into my gym clothes.
I look around the class and see if I can find anyone else that I recognize, but instead see the people I don't want to see. Oh joy. There stands Adam, Don, Quincy, and Parker.
Our gym teacher starts taking attendance.
"Ryan?"
"Here."
"Aidan?"
"Here."
"Bethany?"
"Present!"
"Rachel?"
I freeze. I can see Adam watching me carefully, ready to assist me if I need it. All I do is clench my fist. At first it helps; the pain distracts me from the memories, but it doesn't work for long.
I know my nails left red, crescent shaped marks. Sure enough, when I look at my open hand the marks are there, red contrasting against the whitish pink.
The memories come rolling in and there isn't anything I can do to keep it from happening. Instead, I shut my eyes as tight as I can, my hands fists against my shirt.
-
I heard my ringtone going off and tiredly picked up my cellphone. My sister's name popped up on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before answering the call.
