"Hey," I called to Shane.
His spine stiffened and his hands balled into fists. He slowly turned around to face me, his jaw clenched. "What?"
Does he really hate me that much? Is talking to me really that bad?
"We need to set up a time to work on our Showcase. Unlike you, I actually care about my grade."
He glared at me. "And when would be best for you princess?"
I shrugged. "I have volleyball Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."
"And I have basketball every day except Tuesday."
"Well if you'd just said that in the beginning," I muttered. "So my house or yours?"
He was quick to reply "yours".
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I guess."
"Hey!" Tyler's voice called. "Get over here dude."
Shane looked at me one last time. "Directly after school?"
I nodded and he headed off towards Tyler.
I sighed and turned to head off to lunch. Why do boys have to be so dumb?
"Hey," Mackenzie called, a smile on her face. Her smile faded when she saw me. "What happened?"
"Of course, let it go hun. He's an idiot, always has been and always will be."
I rolled my eyes. "You don't even know the half of it."
"Hey guys," Trinity called, waving McDonalds in the air. "Yeah I know, I'm amazing."
"How'd you get off-campus?" I asked, taking my McDonalds bag.
"My mom checked me out and I just checked back in."
I shook my head and opened my bag. "You're crazy."
Trinity shrugged. "If it gets us a decent lunch, I'm good."
"You get my lunch babe?" Tyler asked, throwing his arm around Trinity's shoulders.
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Excuse me?"
He laughed. "Sorry, did you get my lunch Trin?"
She handed him a McDonalds bag. "Yeah, you're welcome."
"What about the boys?"
"All in that bag."
"Awesome, thanks." He headed off to lunch, his posse soon around him.
"Lunch on the field?" Trinity asked, raising her eyebrows.
"You know it," Mackenzie and I said in unison.
We all cracked up and headed out back.
"Have any ideas for our Showcase?" I asked, sitting on my kitchen counter.
"I think we should do a song," Shane said, a smirk on his face. "Have any pink lemonade?"
"Pink lemonade? No."
He let out a sigh. "Great."
"So back to Showcase, I know you're pretty, but damn you're an idiot."
He smirked. "So about your drinks, what do you have?"
"I don't know, try opening the refrigerator." I waited for him to settle on a coke. "Now can we please talk about Showcase?"
"I don't know what song to do," he said, with a shrug. He slugged his coke. "I honestly don't give a shit."
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...