It All Began With A Song [Editing]

Chapter 12: Sentences Floating In My Mind

There's many minor and major things I'd like to complain about the school, and today, I'm trying my very best not to yell at nosy people, which is 90% of the whole school population. Okay, I'll admit, I'm nosy too, but that doesn't mean that I get into people's businesses all the time!

The first thing I notice when I walk down the school hallway with Seth are posters -- they're pasted everywhere. People have already started to advertise couples for the contest, and it begins next week! Not this week! However, what makes me even madder and shocker is a gigantic poster (not photoshopped, may I add) pasted on the concrete wall screaming out the words "Vote For Chase Parker and Natalie Ryals For Cutest Couple!"

"You have got to be kidding me..." I grit my teeth as we begin to walk up the maroon stairs, looking down at each step I take so I won't trip on the way up like I did for the past month or so.

"So tell me, when did this rumor start?" Seth pesters the question again for the second time this morning as he swings his book bag over his shoulder. One of the pros of having a childhood friend is that he always knows that whatever junk that people are saying about you isn't true.

I sigh tiredly as I hold onto the cool handrail of the stairs, "Yesterday."

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-Yesterday After Lunch-

"Where's the trash can?" I ask as soon as Chase, who is leaning on the wall, opens the door of the janitor's room and peeks outside to see if there are people in the hallway. Before I get up, I dust off the bread crumbs on my lap and roll them carefully inside my lunchbox to hide the evidence that someone has eaten in the room -- just in case they check to see if there are crumbs on the floors. Most of them are scattered all over the bottom part of my shirt, so it isn't a big struggle to get them inside the lunchbox.

"Over there," he points a little to the left and teases me, "slow poke." Cocking an eyebrow, he smiles, apparently amused, as he turns his head to look at me, "You've been in this school for three years and you still don't know where a simple trash can is?" His sentence hangs disbelief.

"Correction, almost three years, Mr. I-Seem-To-Know-It-All," I pick up the lunch box from the ground and try to aim it at his chest. As usual, it sails slanted to the side of him -- my bad throwings.

"Well, if I'm Mr. I-Seem-To-Know-It-All, then you can be the Mrs. I-Seem-To-Know-It-All," he winks playfully at me when he catches my lunchbox (with no difficulty, might I add).

"Hahaha, very funny" I shoot him a fake laugh while glaring, "but go find someone else." I trot outside the room to throw away my trash whilst Chase carefully shuts the door, making a small squeaky noise as he do.

Before I get there, the blaring sound of the bell echoes into my ears, making me drop all of my trash.

Wonderful, I think as I peer at the mess that's spread all over the floor, "Hey Chase, you can go on before anyone sees us--"

Too late.

"Is that Chase Parker? Do you mind if I take a picture?"

Glancing up, I resist the very urge to groan and slap myself; in front of a classroom door stands a girl holding onto a camera, which is angled towards us.

This is very bad.

"Wait a sec," Chase instructs the girl as he casually loops his arm around my neck.

Dude, are you sure you're not Edward Cullen?

When the lollipops were you this close beside me?!