Spaces between Us

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Nevaeh's POV

"Give me the ball four eyes!!!" I yelled at the four eyed dweep pulling out the last football (a/n soccer on America) from the baskets full of lot of balls.

He looked up at me with his horrible eyes, using his forefinger he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while it scrunched and he sneezed.

"S-Sorry here Nevaeh." he mumbled incoherently while handing me the ball

"Eww I'm not touching your icky hands you have ugly boy coodies!!!"

"Marcel's got coodies! Marcel's got coodies!!!" The lot of 3rd grade students in the playground chanted while pointing at a crying Marcel

I grabbed my friend Samantha's plastic baseball bat and smirked, walking over to him I lifted the plastic red bat and wacked him in the arse.

The entire school laughed, luckily the teachers where having a meeting and the playground sitters are away gossiping.

He curled on the floor holding onto the ball Inbetween his stomach and his knees as he yelled in cry for help

"Marcel's a cry baby!!!" A boy named Gibby started

I felt someone take the bat away as I turned around ready to yell until I saw Samantha holding the bat and handing it to the teacher who had her arms crossed over her chest.

Oh oh.

I gave Samantha the ' why'd you tattletale ' look and she looked down and avoided my eyes as she ran to help Marcel off the floor. What best friend she is. Sometimes I wonder why she rats me out.

"Nevaeh Ashleyn Dodson what in the world were you thinking?!? This is the fifth time this happens!!!" Ms. Cooper yelled

I shrugged and she took my arm and dragged me to my least favorite place on the planet of this earth

Principal's Office

Oh Poopy.

Present Day .

I stood in the outer field of the football field (soccer) as I watched aimlessly at the boy I'm talking to at the moment. We aren't official but I sure hope we do soon.

I must have been zoned out because I heard a whistle from the field and lifted my head to spot Zayn waving at me with a wide smile.

I waved back and lifted my Kodak Camera and made sure to snap a few nice shots for journalism.

You see Zayn and I have been talking for about a month and a half now and he's perfect. Sure sometimes he is over protective and pretty flirtatious with the girls from cheer but that's because he's captain and he needs to communicate with them for planning and such.

I paused and took the time to skim through the pictures in my camera to see if they are quality.

I smiled in accomplishment while removing a lose strand of my curled chestnut hair behind my hat.

I'm quite the hipster if I say so myself.

"Yo Nevaeh!" I heard a familiar voice call so I turned around and saw Samantha run over to me with her black backpack hanging loosely over her right shoulder.

"What?"

I let go of the camera, don't worry it's wrapped around my neck like a necklace.

"My mom is here we should get going" she announced happily

"Oh okay let me just go say bye and I'll be there, oh do you know if Ms. Becker is in class so I can leave my cameras SD card in my cubby?"

"Nah she left like 10 minutes ago"