Broken

Chapter 12

(A/N: So sorry that I haven't updated this story in forever. I'm going to try and keep up with all my stories because there is no excuse large enough to try and explain why I've been keeping you guys deprived of this stuff. So far, I have twenty-nine chapters that I had written when I first started this story. Reading through it, I kind of cringed, but I'm going to publish all original writing and when I run out then formatting may change a bit. Just thought I would inform you of this. Thank you so much for your patience and enjoy!)

"Hey May!" I turned around to see Ash following me. "Yeah?" I asked. "I thought you were expelled from school?" He said. "Oh. Well, Colden made me write an apology note and the principal decided to let me come back to this hell hole." I said.

He smiled at me. "Maybe you shouldn't have." He said. I looked away so he wouldn't see me blushing.

"Is it true you're dating Avi?" Ash asked. "No. Scott and Mitch said that. I confronted Scott about it and he said he didn't want me growing up too fast." I said. "That makes sense. So you live with all of them?" He said. "Yep. Colden, Mitch, Avi, Kevin, and Scott." I said. "Well. I'll see you around." He said before walking away.

I walked to my locker and grabbed my books. History. I smiled as I walked into the classroom and to my desk. The rest of the class filed in and Scott sat beside me.

"Hey, flower." He said. "Hey, Scooter," I replied. "I think I have a bruise on my cheek now." He mumbled. I laughed and looked at the cheek I had slapped last night. Sure enough, there was a small bruise on his cheek. "You'll live," I said.

We laughed but stopped when the teacher called my name. I walked to her desk and watched her.

"May. I need to talk to you about your project." She said. "What about it?" I asked. "I like how you used your imagination about this, but this is not kindergarten anymore. I grade on whether it is historical or not." She said firmly. "But Ms. Lakers." I started. "No buts. Now go back to your seat." She said.

I groaned and walked back to my seat. "What's wrong?" Scott asked. I ignored him and stared at my notebook. I gasped as it started to open before I slammed my hand on top of it.

"May!" The teacher called. I looked up at her. "What is the meaning of slamming your hand on top of something?" She asked. I shrugged and looked away as the other students began to laugh. "Hey, flower. Are you okay?" Scott asked.

I opened my notebook manually and began to draw. I drew a flower and stared at it. "May!" My head snapped up as I realized I was asked a question.

I looked at Scott and he was staring with wide eyes. I stared at his forehead and concentrated hard.

Come on May. Just say I don't know. Or if you do know say Egypt.

I looked back at the teacher. "Egypt," I said. She nodded and continued with the lesson. I let out a sigh of relief that Scott was right.

I paid attention to the rest of the lesson thinking I would be called on again.