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CHEVY

THE INSTRUCTIONS OF the English ho out froed in a yelloood, And sorry I could not travel both

Story of my life

According to ly on the two crap paths I had to face last week I just ran into Coach on the way to English, and he ripped intoskills when it can of Terror Motorcycle Club instead of a member of my football team

I didn’t just get lish with no tardy note Which is great, sinceree weather while it rains

I round the corner, then peek through the smallin the door of my class Ms Whitlock stands in front of her desk in her patented white button-down shirt, gray pencil skirt and dark-rilasses From the back row, my best friend Razor meets my eyes and shakes his head Da to let anyone in

I’uy, but this lady is one of the feho can reduceIf she doesn’t let me in, then she’ll mark me as absent, the front office will think I skipped, and that ame

Therattles when I knock The entire class turns their heads in my direction, but Ms Whitlock doesn’t The hten She is one of the hardest core people I know and

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She starts for the whiteboard and I knock on the door again This tirants ot it I’m late I’m the scum of humanity, so let my ass in so I can play football

There’s this guy in e as Ms Whitlock, late twenties, and he’s a walking hard-on for this woive him the time of day He practically runs into walls when she’s around because he’s too focused on checking her out I don’t see gorgeous—all I see is seriously pissed off and the person standing between

Ms Whitlock points at the clock over her desk She’s telling me I can wait If I’m lucky, she’ll open the door after the quiz that I’ll receive a zero on If I’m not so lucky, she won’t open the door at all

Two pathetic paths and I could only travel one Nowhere in that stupid poeood and bad to both paths and that sometimes it’s best not to choose, but to set up ca at all

I sla

“Feel better?”

A glance across the hallway and I freeze Doesn’t es to take ainst the lockers as beautiful as ever Red silky hair flowing over her shoulders, a pair of ripped jeans that look like they were tailored for her curves and enough bracelets around her wrists that they clank together when she moves

Do I feel better? Not really, but I nod anyway as I try to judge if being alone with Violet causesmy balls ripped off “Didn’t hurt”

“Yes, I can see how slaainst a locker didn’t hurt at all”

My lips tilt up because she got me, and on top of that, Violet s between us have been tense On her side and on mine Some people, like me and Violet, aren’t supposed to break up Some people, like me and Violet, don’t kno to be near each other e do part ways “Are we talking now?”

“I’nore you if that’s what you want”

It’s not Her ignoring me is never what I wanted “Why are you late?”

Violet presses her lips together and looks away A sixth sense withinI’ve known her my entire life We were born only a feeeks apart and we learned to crawl on the sticky floor of the Reign of Terror clubhouse We were friends, always friends, until one day, eren’t just friends anymore We became more until we lost it all

“Late’s not your thing,” I say Violet’s unconventional Marches to her own drummer, but she’s not the type to be late to class It’s a respect thing for her, soht her, and Violetsoul, but she listened to her father “What’s going on?”

She’s silent and frustration ru Used to see me as someone who could help solve her problems She doesn’t see ry at her forout how to fix us