I'm a horrible person. I'm so sorry that i haven't updated in so long. I've been really busy. I'm in ninth grade now so I've been really busy but I'm trying my best. To tell you the truth, I wrote this chapter like two weeks ago but being the forgetful retard that I am I forgot to post it. WHO IS OBSESSED WITH LWWY! I AM. I have a little story coming up for you. But it will probably be posted around Zevie month. (Deecember for anyone that didn't know.) For now I'll be working on " The Sound of Music" and "Rules of Love" which is my new story. Check it out if you haven't read it yet.

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Chapter 9

Zander

I turn on my phone and call home before music to see how my sister is doing. Mr. Malik isn't too happy because apparently Hanna was freaking out about the way her lunch tasted. Hanna supposedly swiped her bowl of soup onto the floor in protest. I roll my eyes since Hanna loves soup and acts very classy when it comes to eating. I know my sister is just acting up because she wants her teacher to quit on her. Just like she does to everyone else who tries to help her.

Was it useless to actually believe my mom would take time off from hanging with her snobby friends at the country club to teach Hanna's care takers what to do? Summer is over now and I can't always be there to pick up where the caretakers leave off.

I sigh and give up when I realize it's useless to reason with my mother. I give Mr. Malik some pointers on how to calm Hanna down and hang up. I tuck my cell phone into my bag and walk towards Molly's locker.

When I reach her locker she's talking to Grace about her new lip stick and what she should wear to the next dance. I roll my eyes since the next dance is in January.

Molly and I walk down the hall holding hands as we enter music class together.

Molly squeezes my hand. "Wanna come over after school today." She says as her hands creep up to my chest and pushes her body on top of mine.

Molly has been wanting to have sex for a while now. I know I'm a guy and I'm supposed to have raging hormones and have boobs on my mind all day; but I just don't feel that way about Molly. I realized that this summer. Molly always tells me she loves me and I say the same to her, but when you love someone you're supposed to want to be with them all the time. When Molly was away the whole summer I didn't feel like I had to be with her at all. In fact she I'm with her it feels more like a chore than a relationship.

"I can't. I have to go home and help take care of Hanna." I say removing her hand from my chest and placing it back into my hand.

She stops and pulls her hand from mine "Wow Z are you gonna make time for me."

"You can come with me." I offer.

"So I watch you wipe snot of your sister's nose? No thanks. I want alone time... just me and you."

I instantly feel bad. Molly may be a first class bitch when it comes to caring about people and being nice; but she really is a sensitive girl.

"What about Friday?" I ask.

She nods and says "Friday works for me." I lean in to kiss her but we're interrupted when Stevie walks right in the middle of us. "No PDA, some of us want to keep our lunch." she says taking her seat beside me.

My partner hasn't been in school since we got our projects. I figured today would be the same since I didn't see her anywhere. But no. Stevie Baskara does not cease to surprise me, because here she is beside me taking out a pair of earphones and cranking up her music for everyone to hear.

"Shut up Loserberry." Molly mutters before joining Dean at their table.

"Nice of you to show up," I say

"Nice of you to notice," she says sliding off her sunglasses.

Mrs. Tomlinson walks into class. She doesn't even say hello before she starts talking about what we're going to do today. " Today I'll have you work with your partners in the library. Rough copies are to be handed in next week."

All the work tables in the library filled so we had to squeeze ourselves in a solitary corner near the documentary section.

We move our bags and all our stuff to the corner and throw of stuff on the floor.

Stevie bends down leaning towards the ground. I can't help but notice how calm she looks. I study her carefully trying to figure her out. I feel like if I stare at her long enough I'll see past her tough exterior and find out what she's really like. She takes her notebook out of her bag and pulls out a pen. She sets her stuff down when she realizes I'm staring at her. She stares back, neither of us are going to break away. When her eyes meet my gaze we're sitting here staring at each other,

time stops. My eyes are piercing hers, and I can swear at this moment I sense the real her. The one without. the attitude, without all the faking. Just Stevie. I look into her eyes, I forget everything. The bet, my sister and my mom, Molly... Everything.

"What would it take For you to go out with me." I blurt. I want to throw my hand over my mouth and take back what I just said but it's too late. I just follow through with my sudden statement and stick to my cool facade. She looks shocked that I was this bold.

"Are you kidding me?" she says, clearly confused.

"Do I look like I'm joking."

"You always look like you're joking." she answers while crossing her arms over her chest in disbelief.

Mrs Tomlinson walks by us. saving me from answering "Stevie we missed you in class last week."

"Yea I kinda cut my whole shoulder open with a knife."

Mrs .T looks shocked and walks away in horror.

I look at her wide-eyed. "A knife? So what really happened." I say not believing for a second she cut herself.

"That's it. I was cutting a pepper, and the knife flung up and sliced my shoulder blade. I went to the hospital and the doctor stitched me up."

"Yea right. You were in a knife fight."

She looks ashamed at my accusation and turns her focus back on her books.

So you never answered my question. I say changing the subject. "What would it take for you to go out with me."

Her head shoots up from her books and looks at me with that fiery spark in her eyes that I love about her.

"Nothing. I wouldn't." She says confidentially.

"I bet if we make out you'll change your mind."

"You have girlfriend." Stevie says giving me a look of pure disgust.

I shrug my shoulders. "Your loss."

"Anyway, lets get started." She says taking out her notebook.

"I think we should make our song use on a D major, and if you use a D major for the song the first note should be sol.

"Wrong." she says.

"I highly doubt I'm wrong." I say. I've been taking music lessons since I was 2 and this is not the only song I've written. What does she know about music.

"Let's have a bet then. If I'm right you have to drop the whole jock act and show me the real you." She says.

I would never show anyone the "real me". I agree though because I know I am right.

"If I'm right you have to kiss me." I say smirking.

I turn to the page where the information was written. I smirk at her again.

"I'm right told you."

I say.

For a second she's shocked but then her face flashes back to it's normal I-don't-care look.

"Wanna kiss me now or later." I say cockily.

"Right now." She can tell this shocks me. But then again she never turns down a challenge.

She takes one of my hands into hers. I'd never be this bold

If we weren't alone. My breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into her.

I place my hand on her cheek. Our eyes meet and time stops.

Then she turns her head into my hand and kisses the inside of my palm.

"There I kissed you."

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