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~part two~
I felt the sunโs warm rays shining on my face as I laid in bed. I felt at peace laying under my cozy blankets. I shuffled slightly to check my alarm clock on my bedside table. 7:30 AM. Shit. I threw the covers off of my body and ran to my bathroom. I only had half an hour to get ready for school. I quickly applied some makeup and contemplated what outfit to wear. Finally, I decided on a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and some jeans. As I walked down the stairs I could hear my mom in the kitchen. โGood morning honey.โ She said as she sipped her coffee. โMorninโโ I mumbled and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. โWill you be doing anything after school?โ She asked. She was now leaning over the kitchen counter, reading the newspaper. โWhy?โ I took a sip of my water. โWell I was just wondering if you were hanging out with friends or anything.โ I nodded my head slowly. โYeah Iโm probably gonna hang out with Axl and the boys.โ My mom rolled her eyes and sighed. โWhat was that for?โ I laughed slightly. My parents were very overprotective when it came to boys. I had been friends with Axl and โthe boysโ since third grade. My mom wasnโt keen on the idea of me being friends with them. Partially, I couldnโt blame her. They were a bit rough around the edges and they didnโt look very kind, but once you get to know them they are complete sweethearts. Well, all except one. Slash. Slash hated me and I really didnโt know why. Axl always told me itโs because he likes me, but I donโt see how that is humanly possible. Slash hates my guts. Those were my real feelings. I coudnโt lie, it hurt me immensly. I had always taken a liking to Slash. Why? Because Iโm dumb. Because I always want what I canโt have. I was brought back to reality when my mother cleared her thoat. โY/N sweety, why are you friends with them? You know you donโt have to be right? They arenโt good for you honey. All they are going to do is lead you down the wrong road in life.โ I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath. โI donโt appreciate you saying that about my friends.โ I said through my teeth. She threw her hands up in a defensive manner, โI was just saying. Youโre gonna be late for school.โ She pointed to the clock on our wall. 7:50. Iโm definitely late. I rushed out of the kitchen and onto the sidewalk. I didnโt have a car. My family didnโt have enough money to buy me a car. That was okay though. I reached for the silver handle on the school door and pulled. Itโs locked damn it. My head dropped in defeat and I began walking around the school. When I got to the office Axl was sitting in a chair next to the principal's room. Just as I was walking out of the office I heard running behind me. I stopped and turned around to see Axl running towards me. Once he was next to me we began walking again. I looked over at him and noticed that his breath was uneven from running. His red hair fell elegantly onto his shoulders. โPrincipalโs office already this morning? That has to be a new record.โ I said sarcastically. Axl rolled his eyes and grinned at me, โYeah yeah whatever. They caught me smoking outside the building.โ I chuckled slightly. โSo the usual?โ He punched me jokingly on the arm and we continued walking down the hallway. I waved goodbye to Axl as I walked into my first period class. Science. I sat in my desk and waited for Mr. Thompson to tell us what we were doing. โAlright class.โ Everyone looked up at Mr. Thompson who was standing at the front of the classroom. It was easy to say he was my favorite teacher. He was always very understanding and kind, and he made class interesting with the science experiments we did. โI have decided that for the next two weeks we will be doing a science experiment.โ I perked up my ears when he said it. I absolutely loved science experiments. Something about them just interested me. โI will be giving you guys partners to work with,โ Once those words got out of his mouth the entire classroom roared with disapproval. โYeah I know I know. Yโall wanna choose your own partners,well guess what? It ainโt happenin so suck it up! Now as I was saying
Iโm going to give you a partner and I will hand out some papers with requirements for the science project. Itโs due Friday of next week. That gives you almost two complete weeks to do this! Alright now partners. When I call your name, come up to my desk and I will tell you who your partner is.โ He sat at his desk and began looking through some papers. I felt my palms get sweaty and my heart was beating. I was a very antisocial person. That was to say the least. Other than Axl, Izzy, Duff, Steven and well...yeah thatโs it. Other than around them you couldnโt be yourself. You were yourself around Slash, but that was only because he was around when the rest of the boys were. โY/N!โ Mr. Thompson called. I stood up and walked over to his desk. Each step I took seemed to be bringing me closer to some kind of horrible destiny. Itโs just for two weeks. I told myself as I reached his desk. Mr. Thompson handed me a small piece of folded up paper. I unfolded it and read the name. I blinked my eyes and read it again. No. No this canโt be happening. โMr. Thompson?โ I whispered. He looked up at me and smiled. โYes Y/N?โ โCould I um..maybe have another person? I wouldnโt ask itโs just-โ Mr. Thompson cut me off. โNo Y/N. Iโm sorry if you donโt get along well or something, but I canโt do that for you. Then I would have to for the rest of the class and thatโs not fair.โ I nodded my head slowly and walked back to my desk. Why the hell did I have to be partners with Slash? Of all people I could have been partners with, it had to be him?! I glanced over at the curly haired boy and watched as his eyes met with mine. He sent me a rude glare and looked away. I looked down at my lap and sighed. This will be interesting.