Chapter 11: Skipping

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Rewritten: 02/19/17

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Naomi gasped, her phone falling out of her hand. "Oh my gosh..." She muttered. "I can't believe I did that!" She cried out, quickly picking up her phone.

I stared at her. "What'd you do that you had to drop your phone?"

"I can't believe I did that!" She wailed staring at her phone in disbelief. "I... I liked his Instagram picture! And it's not a recent one either! I scrolled so far down, holy crap. Oh my gosh..." Naomi freaked out.

I burst out laughing, finding this very amusing.

"Zoe!" Naomi yelled glaring at me. "What do I do? He's going to think I'm a freak!"

"That's because you are." I grinned.

She threw a pillow at me. "You're not helping me!"

"I'm sorry but this is funny. Whose picture was it?"

She mumbled something that I couldn't catch, her face flushing pink.

"Who?" I asked once again.

She stayed quiet. "...Carson."

I burst out laughing once again. "Oh, Naomi."

Naomi sighs, "Well, I gotta get going, see you tomorrow." She said as she grabbed her stuff and put it away in her purple floral backpack. Well she got over that real quick...

I nodded, typing away on my phone. "See ya later," I muttered back.

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I narrowed my eyes, squinting to get a good look at the girl Derek was talking to. She looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out who it was.

"Who're you looking at?" Naomi said popping out of nowhere.

I screamed slightly, "Jeez, Naomi!"

"So, who're we looking at?" She said ignoring my previous statement.

"Derek's talking to someone and he looks happy... it's weird!" I muttered.

Naomi snickered, "That's Alessia, she's really nice."

"Reckon he's got a crush on her?" I whispered.

Someone cleared their throat, "You guys done talking about me?" Derek said, looking highly amused.

Naomi and I squealed, sharing a looking. "Hi, Derek."

"Huh? Psh, what does that even mean!?" I said nervously.

Derek rolled his eyes, "Idiots."

Naomi narrowed her eyes, "So, who was that?"

"Alessia." He murmured. "She's in my history class."

I grinned, noticing a slightly pink tint on his cheek. Wiggling my eyebrows, "Ooh, you have a crush."

He shoved me slightly, "Shut up, this is bullying, I'm leaving."

I laughed, as he walked away from us. "This isn't over!"

"Oh, but it is!"

"Guess who's back?" I heard his familiar voice.

"Hi, Sean," I said turning around and facing him.

Sean scoffed, "I thought I was going to get a warm welcome like maybe a hug and a kiss. This is a shitty welcome."

I faked a big smile, "Welcome back, honey. How are you?"

Sean smirked, "That's better."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Idiot," I muttered.

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