CHAPTER FOUR - BOY TROUBLE.
We entered Mr. Anderson's class fifteen minutes late and you would think we looked like clowns by the way people were staring our way. Oh, wait. We did.
I was a complete wreck, my hair in every crazy direction and my outfit loose and baggy because of the necklace. It hurt like crazy and my mind did not feel like participating in chemistry.
Bethany however was at the peek of embarrassment, where I seemed to hold it together more than her. Her head hung as she realized that her clothes were miss-matching. She glanced at Chris, who was staring at her with an embarrassed look upon his face while he tried not to make eye contact. I wanted to hit the boy, why was he embarrassed because of the way his girlfriend dressed. Gosh he was shallow.
"Sir, I'm sorry we're late." I say tuning my attention back to Mr. Anderson. "I wasn't feeling myself and Bethany was helping me." Knowing that I wasn't exactly the healthiest person and that I had a past with hospitals he looked at me with understanding eyes.
"Please, just take your seats and don't let it happen again." He tells both of us sternly.
Someone coughed as I sat down and in the cough called out 'special treatment.' Everyone laughed or called out an agreement. I just rolled my eyes.
How mature. Were we still in middle school people?
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After class I headed to my locker. Putting some of my books into it and taking some of them out.
"Hey Chantelle." Someone calls to me from behind. I turn around and see Chris. He's leaning his back against one of the lockers on the other side of the hall way, looking smug. I hated this kid so much. The only reason I tolerated him was because he was dating Bethany.
"What?" I asked. He was the last guy I wanted to converse with right now. No.. Make that the last guy I EVER wanted to converse with at ANY TIME.
"What really happened to you and Bethany?" He asked. "Your styles a bit insane today." He said laughing and looking me up and down. He grimaced and then smiled at me. I roll my eyes in retort and stare into my locker, trying to ignore him.
"I was feeling sick and she helped me out." I said bluntly. I grabbed my math book and headed down the hall away from him, relieved when he didn't follow me.
I was in the bathroom now. Trying to fix the disaster that was my hair. Dragging a brush through it and putting it into a messy bun on the top of my head was the best I could do. I made my way out of the bathroom, my shoes squeaking as I did so.
Someone had my arm around theirs as I looked down nervously at my shoes, hoping they wouldn't fall apart. For I only had two pairs.
The person that grabbed my arm was Bethany, who else would it be?
"I hate my life." Bethany says, over dramatizing every word. "You know what just happened?" It didn't matter if I did or didn't know what happened to her, she would end up telling me even if I wasn't in the mood to hear it.
"What happened?" I asked as we stopped by her locker.
"Morgan got her seat changed because she couldn't keep her hands off of Brayden." Bethany tells me sighing exasperatedly while putting in her combination to her locker.
Ahhh Brayden.... The hunk of the school. The only guy remotely interesting but completely unavailable at all times during the school year. Why oh why must he be dating the evil queen of everlasting?
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