The Boy With The Guitar

Chrissy's POV~~

I sat down in my seat across from Calum who's, for some reason, taking chemistry... That's an 11th grade class. Oh well. Atleast I'll have somebody to be my partner now for labs! Yay! "Calum!" I whispered, poking the back of his neck. He turn around and stared at me with a glare. "What do you want, Chrissy?" He snapped. I frowned and shook my head then put it down on the desk and didn't speak to him.

When it came time to do a lab I got up and Calum turned to me. "Chrissy, let's work together." He said. I shook my head and walked over to where Mason Lindbergh was. "Hey, Lindbergh. Wanna work together?" I asked. He laughed. "Yeah, I just thought you'd be working with Calum, Hood." He said. I smirked. "Dude. You can't says Calum and then call me hood cause it sounds weird because Calum and I have the same last name." I say. Mason shakes his head and grins.

"Whatever. Just c'mon, Hood. Don't waste my time. We have a lab to do." He says. We work together and were the first to finish.

~skip to end of the day~

I walk over to my locker and get my lock off as quick as possible. I've been avoiding Calum since chemistry ended and I don't intend to break that streak until I get home at least. I hurriedly got my books and practically ran out to my car. I unlocked it and threw my books in the back seat and then grabbed my sports bag.

I locked my car again and raced to the girls locker room. I took my time getting ready in my cheerleading uniform. I walk out onto the football field and see the rest of the team. "Hey girls! Okay let's start stretching and remember: STAY OUT OF THE FOOTBALL BOYS WAY!" I say. I always have to say this when we're on the field because otherwise there is ALWAYS at least two girls who go bug the football players.

~skip to the end of practice~

I'm so sore that I don't even try to change. I just get up and grab my stuff then go change in the bathroom because I hate changing with the other girls.

I pull on one of the school football t-shirts and a pair of mesh shorts. I them put my DCs on. I finish up and grab my bag. I throw the strap on the bag over my shoulder and pull my hair into a pony tail as I'm walking to my car. I unlock it and then throw my sports bag in the back seat again.

When I get home I see a note my mom left for me. It says: "Chris-- here's some money to order a pizza, Calum went to Luke's. I'll see you when I get home tomorrow morning." I smirk and grab the $55 she left me. That's enough for gas, pizza, pop, and ice cream. And to rent some movies.

I guess I'll have some fun tonight!

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