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Chapter-2

-CRUSHING ON SOMEONE CAN BE HARD-

Myra

We reached the hellhole named Westwood High. The whole time I was praying to God that I shouldn't embarrass myself any further. But I should know by now he always has some different plans in store for me.

After the bus came to its stop, we stood up for getting down. But, as soon as I stood up, I woke my clumsy soul up. I stood up and hit my head on the carrier thingy above my head. I let out a loud annoying groan while massaging that spot. But hearing a chuckle from beside me reminded me I am not alone and I groaned louder.

Why God why, why do I have to embarrass myself every chance I get?

Noah offered me his hand, and we skipped down the bus. We entered the building, and as usual, all eyes were on him. I didn't have any problem with that. I always wanted to stay low key, and this works for me.

We reached our lockers and took the necessary books. Our lockers were right beside each other's so this again was a good thing.

Upon entering our first class, that was English AP, I groaned when I realized the only vacant seat was at the front of the class, and Noah and I had to share it. Don't get me wrong, I love the subject, but not the teacher. Come on who would be interested in an old man teaching such an interesting subject?

We took our seats just as the bell rang and Mr. Smith entered the class. Noah was my partner, and of course, you lot guessed it right. I wouldn't be able to concentrate once again. More like, he wouldn't let me.

Halfway through the class, when I was paying attention to the teacher, I heard some scribbling and looked down to see, as usual, Noah doodling in MY book. It was MINE.

"Noah what are you doing?", I shrieked.

"Doodling, duh", came his reply.

"I know but this is MY book. Do it in YOUR book you baboon", I retorted back.

"What's yours in mine, and what's mine is yours, innit?", he replied, voice full of sass.

And no, we're not talking about that stuff. Don't think that.

"Whatever. Now you gotta make notes for me or you're dead.", I replied somewhat annoyed.

I mean I can never get angry on him. I have tried, trust me, but failed miserably every time.

He just pokes his tongue at me and continues his work.

Such a baby. I swoon internally at his antics.

"Mr. Anderson, Ms. Adams, what's so funny, huh? Would you like to share your conversation with the whole class?", Mr. Smith scolded us.

"Nah, we're fine. If we wanted to, we'd have done it beforehand. Now you can go back to boring the class. Thank you for your precious time.", Noah hit back and, I looked at him gaping. Everyone was laughing.

Sure I've seen him do it for years, but I'm still not used to how boldly he does these things.

"Both of you, detention after school", he screamed, his cheeks red. I could practically see smoke coming out of his ears and snorted with that thought.

I groaned and hit Noah playfully.

Detention. Meaning I get to spend more time with him.

He continued his teaching, and I continued to leave subtle glances in Noah's direction. Can't help it. He has my heart even though he doesn't know that.

The bell rang, signaling the end of this lecture. We bid our goodbyes until lunch and proceeded towards our next class.

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At Lunch:

Soon it was lunchtime and, I met Noah at his usual table, aka, where all the popular jocks sat. His friends were my friends, kind of. Everyone knew how protective he was of me, and that's why no one dared to mess with me.

I'm a big girl, I can handle some high schoolers and his fangirls. But he doesn't understand.

"Of course, you can, duh", that dumbass voice said, sarcastically.

"Huh, my conscience again?", I wondered.

"Who else then?", it sassed back.

"Shut up and get lost you idiot", I flipped it off.

It went away. Finally.

We were lost in our own world when the cafeteria doors opened, and in came the four most evil but dumb jocks. The people who made my life hell when I first joined the school, aka, the D.A.F.T. group.

It consisted of Dylan, Andrew, Felix and Tyler.

Fuck them now. Not literally though. Ew. 

I bet they can't even do that right. Fuck, not the time Myra. Concentrate.

Noah and his friends glared at them. Yes, you guessed it right. They were the biggest rivals in the entire Westwood High. Though they were evil, and we were not.

They formed a shield around me and glared at those caterpillars nastily.

"Hey shorty, again being a damsel in distress?", he snorted looking at me. I ignored him. I didn't want any drama today.

"Quit it, Peterson", Noah growled at him.

"Or what? She won't give you a good fuck? Is she even that good? I bet- "

He wasn't able to finish the sentence when Noah punched him straight in the jaw. I stood there with my eyes and mouth wide open.

After that, everything was a mess. The dafts and my group were at each other's throats. Of course, Noah and his friends were dominating them, but that doesn't mean I wasn't scared. This is what I didn't want; what I was afraid of.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud cracking sound. I watched in horror as blood dripped down one of the jock's noses who I think was Tyler. It looked crooked. I winced looking at it, because it looked painful to be honest.

I sprang into action and pulled Noah off of them. I didn't want any more of this circus.

"Stop, just quit it all of you", I screamed tears running down my face.

I ran away from the scene to the restroom. I couldn't take any more of what was happening.

I could feel Noah following me, but at that moment, I just didn't care.

All I heard was Tyler, the jock with a now crooked nose, screaming, "Just wait, you'll pay for this you slut."

And then I heard one more punch and, everything went dead silent.

If only I knew, this time he was right.

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A/N: 

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