I Agreed - COMPLETED

Chapter 1: Proposal

P.S. The cover of this book was made by me and my computer's 'Paint' programme. Sorry, I know it's really crappy.

Enjoy!

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"Ugh," I groaned, proceeding to repeatedly bang my head against my locker. "What's up?" A voice beside me chirped. I could practically feel the welcoming warmth radiating from that direction. I immediately knew who it was. "The sky, Mel," I answered, not bothering to look up. Melanie Vario, my best friend, made and irritated noise at the back of her throat, akin to a pre-frustration groan to my answer.

"Okay, what's got you so down?"

"Gravity, I'm not that fat."

A lazy grin tugged at my lips when I felt her hands gripping my shoulders and turning me towards her. "Gabs, serious answer," she sternly chastised. I snarled, hating her persistent blue eyes searching my hazel ones.

Her eyes were like the oceans and my own, the sandy shores, the former constantly washing over the sand, searching each grain thoroughly and running the rough exterior, incredulous to the carefree façade.

The aforementioned exterior crumpled, a victim defenceless to her eyes. So, I admitted my current mood, "What else? School! School, school, school! It's the second third week and I have piles of homework due Monday! I mean, come on! I've barely got my locker in order, or my bag! There's still my mom's health snacks stashed in here! Look!" I gesture to the homemade zip-lock bags with dried fruits and rice cakes. I was breathing heavily and ignored the stares from students walking by.

Melanie didn't seem fazed by my outburst. Got to love a friend that's ready for your dumbass rants. But she still went on to reason, "Are you sure you didn't do anything to be the cause of it?" She opened her locker next to mine and pulled out her textbooks.

"No, I was and angel to Mr Wessils! I had to make up for the comment I made about his toupé." The last sentence faded off to a distasteful mumble at the memory.

"Maybe he's still mad about that. You now he holds grudges."

"I think so. Did you see that stink eye he kept giving me in Math?"

A giggle bubbled from Melanie's chest and her eyes sparkled. "Yeah, I could smell it from the forth row."

I sighed, adjusting the uncomfortable straps on my shoulders, "I'll have to pull some all-nighters."

Melanie refused to retreat. And then, in front of multiple fellow students, her expression shifted to her thinking face. It was when she scowled, furrowed her brows and tensed her shoulders. I knew she was contemplating deeply, but the people walking out of the school didn't. They gave us odd, confused looks, which I replied to with a shrug. I waited a few seconds.

Then, she snapped her fingers and her lips broke out into a victorious grin. Two options. You could ask Tyler Curtis to do your homework. The guy is like seven chapters ahead of the class!" I frowned. Clearly, her information was outdated.

"He only does homework  for commission. And, I'm so broke, I can't even pay attention!" I whined, then realization dawned on me, "Which is why I won't be able to get anything right for the homework, that'll be sure to land me up in a full week of detention!"

Melanie's eyes widened in panic, aware that if she didn't stop me, I would have ended up crashing into a mental breakdown. "W-wait," she started nervously, her hands that never left my shoulder's gripping tighter, "I said two options, right? Wanna know the other option?"

"Yeah..." My freak-out sizzled to a stop.

"Cassandra Vincent is throwing a homework party, you could go," Melanie's hands slid off my shoulders.

"Crazy Cassie?" I asked cautiously, "As in the girl that almost manipulated Patrick Whitely  into robbing a thrift store?" Melanie winced, registering that her plan wasn't all too fool-proof.

I sighed, "That girl is not someone that anyone in possession of their sanity would want to be associated with."

"But you're desperate, right? Go for it." Melanie started walking to the front entrance of the school and I followed her, dragging my sneaker clad feet across the tiled floors behind me. "Will you be coming too?"

"Weekend job sweetie, you're on your own. But I can pick you up?"

I nodded, "Let's hope it helps. What time?"

Melanie told me before stepping into her car. She started the engine but didn't peel out of her parking spot just yet. Then, I did the most positively insane thing I could have done.

I agreed.

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Hi, my homework buddies!

I unpublished this book originally because there were some problems with saving and there was a glitch where it would be cut off to, "I'll have to pull some all nighters." I don't know what was going on, but I hope the problem is fixed now that I restored one of the previous revisions.

Anyway...

The final chapter is on its way!

Have  an amazing day,

Heather.