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Chapter 7
Troy's POV
As the final bell rang, I made my way back to my english
classroom.
I still can't believe I got detention. If only Avery would at
least try and help with the project...
"I didn't expect you to show." I said as I walked
into the classroom and saw the blonde sitting there already.
"Yeah, well. I don't have anything better to do this
afternoon." she replied, staring at the board.
The teacher, Ms. Litrell wrote a note on the board saying that
she couldn't make it, but she expected us to stay and she
would know if we didn't because the principal will be
checking up on us.
"So remind me again what our topic is?" she asked me,
and I rolled my eyes before grabbing the paper.
"We have to teach about the relationship Cassius and Caesar
and how stuff like that still exists in the world today." I
explained to her. Once I thought about what we actually had to
do, something clicked in my mind.
"So Cassius hated Caesar, but didn't ever tell him that.
They were rivals. Caesar never trusted Cassius."
I smiled to myself, figuring something out. This was exactly the
situation Avery and I were in.
"So they're both rivals, and they fight with each
other?" she asked, starting to get it.
"Sound familiar?" I asked her, my eyebrows
raised.
"Sounds like us." she replied, laughing a little.
I've never made her laugh before.
Her laugh was really cute. I glanced at her when she wasn't
looking, and she looked good.
She was wearing a plain grey t shirt with a pair of skinny jeans
tucked into black boots. Her hair was pushed back and held into
place by a black headband and she had a black and silver bracelet
on her left wrist.
She looked cute. She turned and caught me staring, then looked
back at her paper.
"So, are you excited for your date with Mary on
Thursday?" she asked, a sly look on her face.
"Actually, I invited Derrick and told him to bring you on
the date as well. So yeah, Thursday night should be pretty
interesting." I replied, smiling deviously back at her. Her
face went pale.
"No you didn't. Troy, you said you wouldn't mess
this up for me!" sh complained. That's the first time
I've heard her say my name in a while. We never really
acknowledged each other by our first name.
"That was before you told Mary we were going out
together." I responded, as if it were no big deal.
"You're such a jerk." she said, going back to
writing teaching plans on her paper.
"So you just tell everybody about Julius Caesar's fall,
and I'll take care of the whole relating it to real life
part. Got it?" she asked, finally making eye contact with me
again. I nodded.
I got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the awkwardness just
filling up the room.
When I came back, Avery had a smirk on her face. What was she up
to?
"You have detention tomorrow afternoon, and the one after
that." she told me, still smirking.
"What? Why?" I asked, not quite believing
her.
"Because the principal just came, and asked where you were.
So I told him you were skipping." she replied.
"Why would you do that?" I asked, and I truly
didn't understand why she would do that.
"It's all part of the fun, isn't it? You mess up my
relationship, I mess up something of yours." she
responded.
"What exactly did you mess up?" I asked, racking my
brain.
"Your big footall game against Valley High." she told
me, the smirk on her face growing.
"Avery, that's the biggest game of the season, not to
mention our opener! If I miss the bus, I can't play!" I
screamed, and she just laughed. This wasn't funny! What was
she laughing at?
"You shoulda thought of that before you screwed with mine
and Derrick's relationship." she said.
She was getting fiesty. At least she can fight back.
There was something about Avery that I just couldn't put my
finger on. She was the school rebel, obviously, and she gave the
school a bad name. And it was all because of me. And to be
honest, I thought it was really hot.
So is Avery.
sorry for not uploading yesterday! here's a longer chapter to
make up for it!
-m
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sooky234 · 1 decade ago
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Cool :) I like how it is in Troy's Perspective.