Lucky

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It's been a few months, I actually had surgery a few weeks ago, but everything is well, so here's chapter 14 :)

"You kissed him?" Angela said in disbelief the next day at school. "Edward?"

"Shh! And yes, we kissed. It was small though."

"But did it feel good?" she asked, her eyes and ears greedy for information.

"I mean, sure. I guess so. The second time it didn't feel so weird."

"Oh my gosh. Are you two girlfriend and boyfriend now?"

I hadn't even thought about that. Were we? They were just two small, simple kisses and Edward hadn't said anything, so I just shake my head. "No. Um, he hasn't asked or whatever."

"If he does, what would you say?"

I pause. What would I say?

"I don't know, yes, I guess. I mean, it would be mean to say no wouldn't it?"

"It would be mean to say yes, but not really like him," Angela countered. "Do you like him?"

I don't know what all the cheeriness about love is. It's confusing. I mean, of course I like Edward, but what kind of like?

The teacher called for our attention and instructed us on how to do a new project she had made up. I hadn't really bothered to listen, twirling my hair around my finger, until the teacher said that she was picking partners.

It was the worst words that I could possibly hear.

Okay, not really, but I knew that Edward and Angela would not be my partners.

I squeezed my pencil tight and my leg bounced wildly as she listed off the names. Angela was paired up with a kid named Barnes. Edward was with Lauren, and I winced at that. Edward hated Lauren.

And I was paired with Mike.

"These will be the pairings for two weeks," the teacher said as she set her clipboard down. "That should give you all plenty of time to work on these projects. Go ahead into your groups please and I'll pass out the project papers."

I didn't move. I stayed where I was, legs bouncing and eyes on Edward until Mike came and sat down next to me. "Okay, weirdo," he said, sighing and looking down at the directions. We had to pick a famous American and make a life-size picture of them, and then write down facts and quotes. The project could've definitely been done without the whole life-size―or, in our case, kid-size―bit.

"What do we do?"

"You can read can't you? Or is it just a little bit too advanced?" I goaded, a little immaturely, but I could care less. Mike rolled his eyes and glared at me. "Shut the hell up. I don't even know why this dumbass teacher paired me up with you…"

I was a little taken aback by his cursing, but Emmett told me to expect it going into fifth grade, so it wasn't too shocking. But I still didn't like it. "We should do someone like Martin Luther King or Abraham Lincoln," I said lightly.

"I want to do Abraham Lincoln," he said and I wrote that down. We worked like that for a while until we just really couldn't anymore and did individual work instead.