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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- erm...OK I won't let you die...I think. I missed Itey today, it was my birthday party. But Arrow and Achilles each got me pictures of him. Yay!
AlmatariofArda- the term 'fag hag' is the correct one. How else would you describe her?
(Still Monday)
Spot's PoV
Skittery was beaming today. The happiness was literally radiating off him—despite his mild confusion.
Actually, I was pretty confused myself. Skittery had adopted a follower girl. Granted, she was quite nice.
But Skittery was still pretty happy today. I asked him why during math class.
He bit his lip. "Do you remember—wait, you wouldn't."
"Huh?"
"When I went out with Boots and your cousin this guy, named Snoddy, asked me to dance—"
"Skittery, if I'm not mistaken, that was a few days ago."
"He just called me and asked if I wanted to go out."
"Cool." I looked down at my algebra.
Now I'm really pleased. Skittery is happy because he's got a date. Boots is happy because he's got an avid pupil, and Pie Eater's happy because he's got pie. Everything is coming up roses! Yay!
Everything's great with my friends and everything's great with me. In fact, I'm on my way to meet Sprinter after her track practice.
I turn the hall and exit the building into the sunlight and onto the track. Usually I can't stand being at the track, but I'm in such a good mood that I'm meeting Sprinter without her having to ask.
I can't see her, but the track is busy and the track team is just clearing off now. I sit down in the bleachers next to—but not to close to—a couple who is madly sucking face. They smell disgustingly familiar, like sweetened strawberries. I inch away a bit more, and I catch a glimpse of the girl's face and almost drop dead.
"Sprinter? What the hell?"
She whirls around, spots me, and turns a very deep shade of red.
No amount of confidence could make me feel better right now.
A/n: Spotty! Poor Spotty! Uh...that's about all I can say to this author's note, and to review! Thanks!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Sloane Miette- erm...OK I won't let you die...I think. I missed Itey today, it was my birthday party. But Arrow and Achilles each got me pictures of him. Yay!
AlmatariofArda- the term 'fag hag' is the correct one. How else would you describe her?
(Still Monday)
Spot's PoV
Skittery was beaming today. The happiness was literally radiating off him—despite his mild confusion.
Actually, I was pretty confused myself. Skittery had adopted a follower girl. Granted, she was quite nice.
But Skittery was still pretty happy today. I asked him why during math class.
He bit his lip. "Do you remember—wait, you wouldn't."
"Huh?"
"When I went out with Boots and your cousin this guy, named Snoddy, asked me to dance—"
"Skittery, if I'm not mistaken, that was a few days ago."
"He just called me and asked if I wanted to go out."
"Cool." I looked down at my algebra.
Now I'm really pleased. Skittery is happy because he's got a date. Boots is happy because he's got an avid pupil, and Pie Eater's happy because he's got pie. Everything is coming up roses! Yay!
Everything's great with my friends and everything's great with me. In fact, I'm on my way to meet Sprinter after her track practice.
I turn the hall and exit the building into the sunlight and onto the track. Usually I can't stand being at the track, but I'm in such a good mood that I'm meeting Sprinter without her having to ask.
I can't see her, but the track is busy and the track team is just clearing off now. I sit down in the bleachers next to—but not to close to—a couple who is madly sucking face. They smell disgustingly familiar, like sweetened strawberries. I inch away a bit more, and I catch a glimpse of the girl's face and almost drop dead.
"Sprinter? What the hell?"
She whirls around, spots me, and turns a very deep shade of red.
No amount of confidence could make me feel better right now.
A/n: Spotty! Poor Spotty! Uh...that's about all I can say to this author's note, and to review! Thanks!