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By:Mandee Mae


I had hoped that she didn’t alter her appearance just for me. She was always beautiful to me, but her senior year makeover did make her more attractive.

After the class bell rang, I tried to catch up with her, but she just ran right by me. I ran after her and grabbed her backpack. “Rachel Marie, you will talk to me.”

She turned around and pushed her frames further up her nose. “What do you want? Haven’t you caused me enough pain for one day?”

“Rach, you know that’s not what I wanted.”

“Oh? Well it sure is what you did.”

“Listen to me, we’ve been friends forever. We always made a pact with each other, never fall in love, right?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t help it. You were always there for me and never once judged me for being—me.”

“That’s what friends do, Rach. I’ll always have a special place for you in my heart, but all we’ll ever be is best friends, and I’m okay with that.”

“Fine.”

“Good. Now tomorrow I expect the new, sexy Rachel to return.”

She smiled at me and agreed.

***

Zach

News about Mindy being locked in the basement spread like wildfire. The entire football team congratulated me for finally putting her in her place. I hoped this would be the last personal run-in I had with her.

So far, I’ve gone through three classes with no sign of her. I went to my locker to grab my notebooks for Creative Writing and there was a note sticking out of it.

Zach,

I know I may have gone too far, but you didn’t have to lock me in the basement. All you had to do was tell me that you were sick of me and I would have left you alone. But don’t worry about that now. I’ve received the message loud and clear. I’ll only bother you during games to cheer you on and that’s it.

Goodbye,

-Mindy

That girl really was a piece of work. I took the letter, crumbled it into a ball, and shot it into the trashcan beside the lockers. “Nice shot,” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me.

I spun around to see Ms. Sheppard leaning against the locker behind me. “Thanks, I’m pretty good at what I do.”

“Good, I just might put that to the test in class,” she said, smiling at me, and then walked away.

On my way to class, I saw Mindy standing by her locker and kept walking. She didn’t even look twice at me and it felt weird, but good.

I took my seat in class beside Chris and waited for Ms. Sheppard to appear.

***

Zeke

Ms. Sheppard walked into the room and everyone took notice. I almost felt like she purposely waited until we were all seated to make her grand entrance.

She caught everyone’s attention the minute her heels hit the classroom floor. Today she was wearing a beautiful knee-length navy dress and matching shoes. No matter what sexy outfits she wore, I still appreciated the suspenders I saw her in when our paths crossed the first day of school. She seemed more innocent and down to earth like that. Not to say she isn’t the same person in these revealing outfits, I just prefer a more modern look.

“Today’s class will be about strengths. Some of you are athletic, some—not so much, but we all have strengths. Whatever you feel you’re good at, write about it in one paragraph—due by the end of class.”

“Well we all know what I’m good at,” Zach said.

“And what is that?” Chris said.

“EVERYTHING!” they said simultaneously.

“If you’re so good at ‘everything’, then why did you need me to tutor you in math last semester?” I blurted out, unable to contain it.

The classed gasped in unison as Zach glared over at me. “What’s that glasses? Just because we share the same DNA doesn’t mean I won’t punch you in the face.”

“Bring it on!” I yelled, not letting his cockiness get the best of me. It felt good to stand up for myself for once.

He threw his football at me, hitting me in the shoulder. Before I could retaliate, Ms. Sheppard ran in front of me, yelling at me to stop. “You both can stay after class for detention. I will not stand for such childish behavior in my classroom.

***

A minute before the final bell rang, we all turned in our assignments. Everyone left the room besides Zach and me.

“Thanks for this ass-wipe,” he yelled at me.

“You hit me, you prick!”

“Aww poor baby, what are you gonna do? Tell mom?”

“I might,” I snarled back at him.

“Gentlemen. My detention will not be like any other normal detention you’ve ever been to. You see, this class is all about creativity and expressing yourself. So I’d like you both to write one page about your goals and aspirations after you graduate from high school. The catch? You also need to include one thing you’ll miss, and one thing you can do without.”