So hey. It's been just a little while since I posted the chapter and I got a lot more people reading than I initially thought I would have. This next chapter is going to be my 2nd favorite. Hope you all enjoy. Review if you'd like, I don't mind. ~Nevermind-The-Sadness
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A few days later I decided to try and ignore Blaine Anderson. If someone will be rude to me, I'll be rude right back.
After school, I walked to my locker and grabbed my fluffy green coat. I recently bought it knowing the conditions better now. I walked out into the brisk cool and wet parking lot, my disappointment blooming at the light drizzle.
Walking quickly to my black truck I had realized I'd forgotten my History textbook. To double check I zipped open my bag and threw it on the front top. Feeling eyes on me I turned my head, Figures Blaine'd be staring at me. When someone starts to ignore you, you instantly need their attention. I turned back around and was relieved to see the textbook in them front pocket. Still, Blaine not coming over from across the lot worried me. Maybe he wasn't as interested. Oh please, he's with his family. He'd hate to embarrass himself by coming over here.
Suddenly before I could scream or even move, a screeching blue pickup was swerving directly at me. I stood waiting with my eyes squeezed shut. After about two seconds I felt an arm pulling me to the wet pavement and heard a sound like a banging. I finally opened my eyes to see the side of the one and only Blaine Anderson, who just a few moments ago was 200 feet away…
As I started to think the craziest thoughts, he got up and ran in the direction of the woods. Everyone around me seemed to all have called 911 at once, some girls and boys came to try and help me up or check if I had a concussion but I was still confused on what happened when I was too scared to open my eyes. Although, the dent on the driver's car gave enough evidence to what Blaine did andhow strong he actually was.
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Down at the hospital my dad yelled at the teen driver, named Mark, and demanded the doctor re-check my head when I mentioned Blaine stopping the van by himself. I eventually asked if I could walk to the car while my father wrapped up with Dr. Shuester. In hallway 2B I heard the distinct voice of someone arguing. Being the nosey little rat I am, I went over to check what was happening and sure enough, there was an argument.
Of course, Blaine was involved. He always was.
He was fighting with his 'father', and 'siblings'. Well mainly his father was fighting, he was just taking it all. He wasn't sad looking though, just looked dazed. When I gently rounded the corner, they all turned to look at me. The cool air in the hospital suddenly got warm and my cheeks got redder than red. "Can I talk to you?" I said staring only at Blaine.
He began to walk over and his family took the nearest exit.
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Ik really short, have a script due tomorrow on a rewrite of a modern day tempet by Shakespeare. Ill be a little busy lml. MWAAAAAAAAAA ~Nevermind-The-Sadness