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"Y'all shut up," Grey pulls my head into his chest but I feel his stomach tensing as he tries to hold back from chuckling. I slap his stomach.
"Let me see it," he tilts my head up and looks at my nose.
"It's broken, isn't it?" I sigh.
"Without a doubt," he nods.
"You still love me even though it's crooked and falling off?" I question and he hesitates. I lightly kick his shin.
"I guess," he says and I pat his booty once. I turn around and look at those three rude people who laughed at me in a weak moment.
"Y'all are going to H-e-double hockey sticks, I hope you know that," I point at them.
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I know it's been a while, sorry y'all. I'm not even kidding when I tell you that this week started off as the worst weekever.I struggled during exams and then I had a personal problem that lasted for almost the rest of the week. But now, we're all good for at least a little while. I appreciate y'all being patient with me! And happy late Thanksgiving!
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Word count: 4500
-Ashlyn M.
Chapter 36: Bud
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"Look what I got mother trucker!" Azalea waltzes into the room, a smile on her face. She lifts up my high school yearbook.
"Shit," I grumble under my breath, running my hand through my hair she was previously messing with. Bear trots after her and I feel attacked.
She raises the blue and red yearbook like it's some sort of sacred shit.
She plops down next to me.
"I was in seventh grade when you graduated you old fart," she pats my thigh and I narrow my eyes at her.
Then she wiggles beside me excitedly.
"I can't wait to see lil' baby Grey," she smiles, opening the book.
"Oh, who's this beautiful man?" she wonders aloud and I scowl knowing it's not me that early in the book. I look over and spot the principal back when I was there.
The seventy-four-year-old principle.
I lean back and relax, watching her emerald green eyes travel over each and every page.
I thought she just wanted to see me but whatever, I guess that's fine. Not jealous.
"You were a senior in this, right?" she looks over at me and I give her a nod. Around a minute passes and then she lets out a gasp.
She leans her head down on my shoulder looking at my picture.
"I can't get over how cute you were," her voice remains soft. I frown.
"Were? Still fucking am," I grumble. She tells me that shit every day. I guess I have to come to accept it.
She laughs as I glance at the old picture. I was skinnier then. Not exactly like a stick but I needed a damn cheeseburger.
