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Darren, Zo and Melo 💕.

Jordan

The next day I stood in the girls bathroom adjusting my ponytail. Today I had on a simple outfit; blue ripped jeans, a Parker basketball jersey and black vans. I didn't really feel like slaying today.

I left the bathroom and made my way to the lunchroom. I saw Melo sitting at the table with his group of friends. We made eye contact but I quickly looked away.

I found Kamira, sitting at the table alone. I sighed as I went to sit across from her.

"Hey." She said, excitedly per usual.

"Hi." I reply.

"I finally found you for lunch." She said.

"Yeah." I say, slightly smiling.

"How'd your second day go thus far?" She asked.

"I'm just waiting for the end of the year." I say.

"But school just started." She said, giggling.

"Well it needs to end. I'm already tired of the people here." I say.

"Uh oh, what happened?" She said.

"You see that table over there?" I say, nodding toward the table where Melo sat.

"Yeah." She said.

"The two girls over there were being rude to me yesterday." I say.

"And Melo didn't stick up for you?" She said.

"No." I say, taking the plastic off the grilled cheese.

"Wow, what a great best friend." She said.

I shrug and take a bite out of my grilled cheese.

"How's it taste?" She asked.

"Like grilled cheese." I say, confused.

"Oh. Well I asked because I got a salad instead." She said.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, I wanna stay fit for the cheerleading squad. I wanna try out for the team when they host tryouts." She said.

"Oh okay." I say.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"Tryout for the girls basketball team." I say.

"Cool." She said.

"Yeah. Melo told me to." I say.

"Do you really want to?" She asked.

"Of course. I love basketball." I say.

She nods, grinning. Just before anything else was said, Melo walked toward the table. I tried ignoring him, but he cleared his throat.

"Hey Jordan." He said.

I ignore him.

"Talk to me." He said.

"Hi!" I say, going back to ignoring him.

He sat down beside me. He turned me to face him.

"What do you want?" I say.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

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