Chardonnay DuboisMature

I ditched school the next morning to go to the spa; I'd got a drunken text from Ben at 2 in the morning saying something incoherent about truth and dare. I still wasn't in the mood to go back to school but I figured I couldn't avoid them forever so by lunch I was back in the corridors which all looked the same.

"Hey Char," said an annoying voice I recognised,

"Hi Jack," I muttered finding my math book in my locker,

"I missed you last night,"

"I'll bet you did," I said slamming my locker in his face, "I've got math class now,"

"I'll walk you there," he smiled and offered to carry my books, I relented and we walked side by side to the math block. "You know Char, you really should think about my proposition,"

"What proposition?" I asked glancing at the football team in practise,

"To go on a date with me, you never know...you might find you actually like me," I stopped mid-stride,

"When will you get it into your thick little brain? I'm not interested in you, you're annoying, you follow me around like some kind of dog and I swear you're growing a monobrow," his hand went to his eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes,

"I hate that I'm in love with you, I wish I hated your guts as much as you hate mine,"

"You're not in love with me," I laughed at the hilarity of it,

"Then why can a minute not go by when I don't think of you?"

"Get a life," I told him snatching back my books, "maybe even get a girlfriend, I heard that new red head is single," I strode off away from my stalker, and collapsed on a chair in math.

"Thank you for joining us Miss Dubois," said Ms Pratchett,

"I got held up," I explained getting out my calculator, oh the joys of calculus.

*

In English Zoey came and took her seat next to me, she didn't say anything as she got her books out and I began to feel some sort of tension. Didn't Ben usually sit next to her?

"Hey babe, you okay?" I asked concerned,

"Nothing you need to worry about Char," she said glancing back at Ben as he entered the room and took a seat next to Jack, Jack winked at me and I glared back at him. "Jack's so into you, it's kinda cute," Zoey said changing the subject,

"It's not cute, it's creepy is what it is..." I turned to Zoey, "look you don't have to tell me what's up, but a problem shared is a problem..."

"Chardonnay! Start writing that essay!" the teacher barked, I huffed and took out my pen. A tear trickled down Zoey's cheek but I couldn't speak as Mr Daniels came and stood over me to make sure I was working. I just hoped Zoey was okay.

 

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