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Chapter 4
Focus
fo·cus [fokess ]
Verb:
1. Concentrated effort or attention on a particular thing"The committee's focus must be on finding solutions to the problem."
Noun:
1. Concentrate mainly on something: to concentrate effort or attention on a particular thing or a particular aspect of a thing
fo·cus·a·ble adj.
fo·cus·er n.
BPOV:
"Hey Bex", said some guy snaking his arm around me. I quickly grabbed his arm and flipped him around me so quickly he didn't know what happened until he was on the floor with my knee pressed down, hard, on his ribs. "Can't . . . breathe. . ." he said, barley over a whisper.
I smirked and threatened, my British accent flaring, "Try that again and you will NEVER be able to have children." Standing up I sauntered off leaving him in pain on the floor. As I was walking off I heard wolf whistles from some jocks. I grin and flip my hair behind my shoulder. No Bex. You are focused, you need to stay focused. You want your parents to be proud of you especially sense last time. I shook my head to clear it and walked down the hall to my locker.
When I got to my locker tried opening it but the stupid lock was stuck. "Bloody hell. . ." I muttered into the locker as I punched in attempt to bust it open, all that did was leave a dent in my locker. Great.
"You need help?" asked a boy. An extremely attractive boy might I add. His shaggy black hair and copper eyes suited him well. As I took in what he was wearing I immediately knew he was a stoner. If anyone saw me with him they would assume I was getting performance enhancing drugs and tell the principal and that could NOT happen. It would ruin any chance I had of a scholarship.
I quickly looked around and didn't see anyone so I asked him," Can you open it?" gesturing to my locker.
"Sure" he said and put his ear up to the lock started turning it around.
Then it dawned on me," So you're new here." I stated.
"Yah, here you go the combination is 45-14-05", he was straight to the point. I kind of like him, but I couldn't get to know him. I have to stay focused.
"Well, good luck," I said as he walked away.
After I got my books I walked down the hall towards my 1st period when a guy said," I saw you with him."
I whipped my head around to find myself face to face with Grant Newman, a starter lineman for the varsity football team, total jock, with looks like a Greek god. My eyes widened in shock. How did he see, there was no one in the hall. "Don't worry I won't say anything." He said. I could smell the mint in his breath. "For now" he said as he walked away. I let out a breathe, not realizing I was holding it.
The rest of the day he never left my mind. His blue eyes are so gorgeous and to think they were only inches away from my face. Focus, Bex, Focus. Even in practice my coach yelled at me for getting distracted.
Why was he affecting me that much? Why was he there in the first place? Why couldn't I stay focused? Was I even focused in the first place?
A.N.: So sorry for not updating sooner but I had a baby virus. Yah. I'm not kidding. I went to the doctor and they said I had a baby virus so I was sick for 8 days! I couldn't use my computer for 8 days! ! ! I almost went insane. Anyways thank you for reading this chapter. Please review because when I get reviews I feel like I am flying! ! ! No joke. I am just awesome like that. JK! TTFN ;-)
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