Defining You

Chapter 3

I hope this isnt too short, this my New Years present to you guys! 

Enjoy!

Recap:

"You can't help but fall every time we run into each other, can you?" said a patronizing voice. The owner of the voice slid Emmy's glasses on. Everything became clear, and she found herself staring into a beautiful sea of blue.

"Hello there," Shawn smiled. "Well aren't you a damsel in distress."

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Chapter 3

Emmy walked into her fifth period class, handing the forged note to the teacher. She had been debating the whole way down the stairs whether on using the note or just getting a detention. Chickening out, she settled on using Shawn's note.

The teacher took it wordlessly, glancing briefly at it before tossing it in the trash.

Emmy took her seat behind B, she couldn't seem to wipe the smile off her face.

"Thank you," Emmy muttered, pulling B's long silky black hair.

"Told you would thank me," she smiled smugly, turning around in her desk to face me. "Who is the bestest best friend in the world?"

"Is bestest even a word?" Emmy grinned, dodging her slap.

"Just answer the question," she whined, pouting.

"Fine," Emmy smiled. "You are."

"That's the spirit!"

"Beatrice, face forward," Mr. Anali snapped.

"Oops! Sorry Mr. A!" The teacher shook his head, facing the board once more.

The rest of class droned on in silence. I wonder what class Shawn is in, Emmy thought, drawing stars on her notes. Was he  in auto shop? Or maybe in home economics?

"Is it true that Shawn is like, single!" A girl behind Emmy whispered enthusiastically to her friend.

"Well," her friend began. "I heard that last Friday night he totally shacked up with Mackenzie!"

"No way!"

"That's what she was telling everyone!"

There was the faint sound of paper tearing, Beatrice glanced back at Emmy, shaking her head at her.

Great, just great, Emmy crumbled her notes, pulling out a new sheet.

The bell rang, bringing an end to the first day of school, Emmy sighed with relief, standing up to gather her books.

She swung it over her shoulder, stomping out of class. The hallways of Gerald High were packed with loud chatting students.

 "Well your in a bad mood," Beatrice catched up to her easily.

Emmy shrugged picking up her pace, the exit of the school was being blocked by a few jocks lounging around throwing a football. Their perfect and delicate features were so much more different than Shawn's sloppy style. Emmy stopped, pinching the bridge of her nose, she had to stop thinking about him. Emmy wasnt a stalker, well, she hoped she wouldnt become one.

"How about we go around?" Beatrice began pulling her hand in the other direction. "They are not going to move."

On a regular day she probably would have just listened to Beatrice and gone around them, but something snapped inside Emmy. What did these people think, that just because they were pretty and played sports they were better than everybody else?