Chapter 2: 2: Beefy Hands
"You did all that, in 108 minutes?" Macy asked me incredulously.
"It''s a talent, I know." I replied. I''d just finished exining the events of the previous events to my best
friend here, and this is the reply she gives me.
"Okay, just... Breathe. Yeah, breathe." She said, taking deep breaths for herself. I think this is stressing
her out more than me. Since we worked in pairs for biology, Mme. Suthend had allowed us to pick
our partners for our senior year. It was a tradition of hers.
"Ah, fuck." Macy eximed suddenly. I turned to face her and saw her using two fingers to peel her
eyelid off of her eyeball.
"Oh, God, what are you doing?" I questioned, turning my head away from her and putting my hand on
the side of my head so that I couldn''t see her.
"I''m trying to get this damn eysh out of my eye. It''s been bothering me since P.E this morning." She
stated irritatedly. "You rememberst year, when we learned that eyshes were the body''s adaptation
to protect your eyes?"
"Yeah." I replied, looking back at her to find her furiously blinking her eyes.
"Well I can''t remember thest time I got something other than an eysh in my eye. What a great
defence mechanism." Macy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"It''s sad because it''s true." I agreed, smiling at her pain. Sadistic, I know. Mme. Suthend began
teaching while Macy and I engaged in a frivolous conversation. The ss flew by and lunch came
faster than I''d anticipated.
"I''ll meet you at our lockers, I just gotta get my pencil back." I told her once I remembered that he
hadn''t given my pencil back at the end of French ss and I knew I''d forget by tomorrow.
"You''re actually going to go?" She asked, clearly astounded. Her eyes had even widened a fraction.
"Yup." I said, popping the ''p''. I waved goodbye and she watched me nervously. I''d be lying if I said I
wasn''t a tad nervous too. Actually, I''d be lying if I said I wasn''t super nervous.
I wandered the halls and made my way through the hundreds of students until I finally saw a faintly
familiar blob of brown hair. Who am I kidding. That fohawk wasn''t a blob, it sat on his head so perfectly
that it was impossible to deny it.
As I reached him, I realized that he was in a circle with his friends. Fabulous.
I took a deep breath and pushed my way through two of the skyscrapers who were clearly over six feet
tall. My height of 5''8" was patheticpared to theirs. The people I''d pushed aside were Liam and
Chris. The only other people in the circle were James and Jeremy.
They''d all stopped their conversations to look down at me expectantly. "P-Pencil." Was all I sputtered.
Queue the face palm. The boys all startedughing in sync and it creeped me out. "I''m cringey, we''ve
established that, pencil please." I said with a surprising amount of confidence. The boys finished off
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their chuckles and watched me.
"I lost it." He said with a certain nonchnce that ticked me off.
"You... Lost it?" I repeated, staring up at him nkly.
He nodded and said, "Are you deaf too?"
I ignored hisment and addressed the issue at hand. I was no longer afraid, I was just pissed. "How
could you lose it, it''s been one fricking ss since I gave it to you!" I eximed, thankfully not attracting
a crowd. What? Did he lose it in between some girl''s boobs as he was screwing them in the janitor''s
closet?
"I''m aware." He said, watching me with his green eyes that I no longer found oh so attractive.
"Next time I see you with a pencil, I''m ripping it out of your beefy hands!" I cried angrily, stomping my
foot.
"Aww, she''s cute. Can we keep her?" The guy to my left spoke. I realized that it was Liam. His features
were quite simr to mine except he was as pale as a sheet. His golden blonde hair matched mine
though, same with his blue eyes though they were a bit lighter than mine.
"I''m not a possession." I nearly growled, glowering up at him.
"Of course you''re not." The other boy to my right said, wrapping his arm around me. This boy was
Chris. His hair was shaggy and tinum blonde, he reminded me of a surfer dude. His brown eyes
reminded me too much of Macy for me to be interested though.
The only boy who hadn''t said anything yet, was James. He was usually the quiet one of the group. He
was still outgoing, just not as outgoing as the rest of the gang. Of course, they all yed on the football
team and just to make everything even more cliché, Jeremy is the quarterback.
I grabbed one of Chris'' fingers and lifted it a little. "How much do you value your arm?" I questioned
aloud. This question caused him to remove his arm faster than I could say ''move biotch''. Their attention
was giving me a confidence boost and I was liking it.
"Yeah, we can definitely keep her." James finally spoke from across the circ- square, I guess.
"Well, I look forward to collecting that pencil, Jeremy." And with that, I turned on my heel and left,
feeling like a goddess. I met Macy at my locker and spilled all the information before I even sat down.
I had a ''sd sandwich'' for lunch again today. At least that''s what my dad called it. It was lettuce and
mayonnaise on multi-grain bread. It''s an acquired taste, but you get used to it.
We never had much money, but dad got demoted because when mother left he just couldn''t handle
much. She left four months ago for another man. I didn''t have time to be sad about it because I had to
she had the balls to leave.
I think dad is getting better, but I''m not sure. He''s seeing a shrink, but I don''t know how much that''ll do
for him.
Macy and I fell naturally into a random conversation about how to eat pizza. Apparently she eats it from
the crust to the tip and I almost pped her.
Granted, I take the cheese off my pizza so if I pped her, she''d p me back.