Chapter 3 - BPOV
I sigh as I rest my head against my locker, looking down at my phone again. Where the hell is he?
Finally, I hear his obnoxious laugh from somewhere down the hall.
"Where have you been?" I snap angrily as he sidles up next to me.
"Whoa, Belly-boo, what's with the hostility?" he practically coos.
I roll my eyes, as I fight the urge to smack the smug look off his face, "Well geez, I don't know Mike, could it be that you left me standing here waiting for you for over an hour? What the hell is wrong with you, we had plans and you just blow me off?"
"Just relax Boo, it's no big deal, me and the guys were hanging out and I lost track of time," he says smoothly trying to slide an arm around me.
I quickly dodge his attempt and cock an eyebrow, "No big deal?" I glare at him. "That's easy for you to say, you're not the one that stood around waiting for her dumbass boyfriend," I scoff.
"Oh Boo, you know I love ya, it's just the guys needed me," he soothes in that sickeningly sweet tone that makes me want to gag.
I'm sick of Mike, most days I wonder why I even agreed to be his girlfriend in the first place. I guess it was because he was the first guy to ever really notice me. Now though, I've had enough of his shit.
I just hope that if I break up with him, I don't lose Rose and Alice too. They're cheerleaders after all, and who am I without my stupid jock boyfriend.
"Fine Mike, go hang with your boys, since they're so much more important than me," I grit out, turning on my heel to walk away.
He reaches out to grab my arm and I slap his hand away. "Don't. Touch. Me." I growled.
He quickly pulls his hand back and I take off, looking up just in time to see a familiar mop of bronze hair round the corner.
Great.