A.N.- I plan on making each chapter relatively short but that may change later on.
I waved my sisters goodbye as they walked off in the opposite direction. After returning the farewell, Blossom and Bubbles continued chatting and laughing on their way home. When they were no longer in sight, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed back in the school, pushing open the heavy glass doors.
My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They dusted lint from my denim jeans and fingers combed through my most likely messy raven locks. I needed a mirror. My feet took control, leading me to the nearest restroom. I hate the school bathrooms. Why am I going in here?
Once inside, I adjusted my backpack straps to relieve some of the stress on my shoulders. Stepping in front of one of the mirrors, I frowned. Was that a stain on my shirt? I looked awful. Wait. No. What did I care? I looked fine. What was I thinking? Getting a grip on my thoughts, I exited and advanced towards the library.
Along the way, I felt an all too familiar tingling in my stomach. What was I getting so worked up for? It wasn't like I hadn't done this before. In fact, this was the third time this week I had gone to the utopia of books with zero interest in reading. Before I knew it, I stood in the doorway of the meeting place.
"Hey."
I hoped he didn't notice my jumping. Turning on my heel, I faced the person who had startled me. That stupid grin made the butterflies in my stomach transform into a raging fire.
Oh, how I hated Butch Jojo.
"You stupid jerk," I punched his arm, anger rising in my voice, "Why would you do that? I-"
He cut me off with a quick kiss on the lips, leaving me speechless. My cheeks felt warm. I stared into his emerald eyes and noticed an unnerving emotion lurking within them.
"Shut up and let's go," he stuck his hands in the pockets of his black pants and walked into the library. I could feel my lips pulling downwards forming a bitter frown. Reluctantly, I followed him into the media center with my arms crossed across my chest.
I hated Butch. But more importantly, I despised the fact that I was in love with him.