Opposites Attract (On-Hold) by Chloe Knox (reading books for 5 year olds .txt) đ
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I rolled my eyes and sighed, âLuce, I donât like the guy. Itâs just that day he was nice, and Josh doesnât say that kind of stuff to me anymore so it kind of caught me off guard.â
Luce nodded slowly, her eyes growing wide as her smile grew bigger and bigger, âWhatâs wrong with you? Why you still smiling, youâre kind of creeping me out!â I said with a giggle.
Lucy just shrugged, âSounds like somebody likes youâŠâ
I snorted, âPlease! Iâm the last girl that would ever go out with Zane, the last girl heâd probably want too. Like you said weâre complete opposites.â
âUh-hu, sure,â Luce said under her breathe as she walked out of the bathroom, that goofy grin still plastered to her face.
Seemed to me like Zane wasnât the guy I thought he was. Lucyâs opinion of him was definitely changing...
âŠAnd I was right!
The very next day when I walked into class Lucy was standing by Zaneâs table talking and giggling away, standing straight making her chest look perkier then it actually was and flipping her gorgeous curls over her shoulder. Zane at first looked uncomfortable, but the last few minutes before the actual drawing class started and Lucy had to return to her seat, he relaxed and talked to her like she was a normal human being. She wasnât higher than him, she was a peer, and maybe even a friendâŠdespite my slight opinion change on him, though, Iâm sure he couldnât keep his eyes off her chest. Her dark smooth skin and that tight bright yellow polo short sleeve, almost made it impossible not to look. Even I was drawn to her âlovely lady lumpsâ. She always managed to show off all her curves without being revealing, at all.
âSo I see youâve got a new groupie,â I said teasingly as I took my seat next to Zane.
Zane hesitated as he watched Lucy at the other side of the room. He looked somewhat confused, but he didnât bother hiding a smile, âYeah, umâŠit was surprising.â
âWhat you mean it was surprising?â I asked as I got out a 3H pencil to lightly sketch the portrait, only I was blank. I still, even over the past few days, havenât been able to learn enough about Zane to create a meaningful abstract portrait. Like usual, Zane hadnât even got out a piece of paper or pencil. He just sat next to me, his cheek resting on his folded arms smirking, âJust never thought girls like you and her would give me the time of day.â
I rolled my eyes feeling very giddy and anxious, he was very amusing for some reason, âYou and she,â I mumbled with a girly chuckle.
A brow raised, and he squinted in confusion making me laugh, âYou said girls like you and her. The proper way to say it is you and she.â
Zane narrowed his eyes as his confusion grew, âBut that makes noâŠthat just doesnât soundâŠwhatever, you knew what I meant.â
I waited a moment, thinking about what he said, âActually, no! I donât get what you meant. You didnât think girls like Lucy and I would give you the time of day?â
Zane chuckled with disbelief which made me feel cold-hearted, âCâmon, Ashley. You and Lucy are smart, popular, and have amazing legs.â I flushed, but would have probably turned a bright crimson if I didnât already feel bad about making Zane feel like he wasnât worth my time, âNot to mention you both have football player boyfriends. Youâre most likely going to be valedictorian and have an amazingly creative mind. Lucy, sheâs cheerleading captain, I mean. Itâs totally clichĂ©âŠNow, Iâm not complaining, Iâm used to being alone. I prefer it actually, but donât pretend like you actually enjoy my company. If I didnât show up to school tomorrow, would you care?â
âOf course I wouldââ
âWrong!â Zane said with a chuckle, âYouâd be over there with your bestie chatting on and on about how hot your boyfriends look in their uniforms.â
I glared.
âOkay maybe you wouldnât be talking about that, but you certainly wouldnât be over here pouting.â
My glare quickly disappeared to reveal hurt eyes and a frown. Never in my life had I felt so horrible. I had always thought I was a kind and caring person, but if I were honest and it was a few weeks ago, Zane would have been correct. I probably would have snuck over to Lucy and made fun of the weirdo with the motorcycle that I was stuck with for my drawing project and not thought twice about itâŠthe same would have gone for anyone else that wasnât in my âcliqueâ or my friend. And he was smiling, like it didnât bother him?
How could he not be bothered by the fact that he had no friends? No one who loved or even cared for his existence? Just like in the Breakfast club; if he were gone, it wouldnât make a difference. It would be as if he never even existed.
Was it any different now?
Over the past few weeks Iâve actually began to enjoy his company. Sometimes he was obnoxious and would start talking about the most inappropriate stuff, yet I couldnât not laugh. He managed to make everything funny and somewhat charming.
Usually when I went to drawing class, it was my artwork that drove me there; it was what made me excited to go to class in the morning despite how tired I felt. As much as I love Lucy, it was never her that made me want to go to schoolâŠand since I canât exactly talk to Lucy during drawing anymore, and since I canât seem to think of a drawing idea for the life of my future career, the only thing keeping me from acting like a dramatic teen artist that has lost her muse and creativity is indeed Zane, whether he believes it or not. I at first, Iâll admit, hated the thought of even being in the same room with the slacker Zane, but the more I talk to him the more I like him. He doesnât seem it, mostly since he keeps to himself, but he really can be sweet, and has a really fun personalityâŠso because of my perception change, would I still be cruel and ignore the fact that he ever existed when he didnât show up to class? Would I give him the cold shoulder and talk behind his back like I used to?
âWhatever happened to âdonât judge a book by its coverâ?â
Zane laughed, âIâm not judging by the cover, Iâm judging by observations and experience. Iâm judging by the contents.â
Now that really hurt, because everything he said, despite how much I denied it, was true. I might get straight Aâs and read to little kids at the local library after school, but Iâm no different than any other rumor starter in this school.
A weird jerk and twist of my stomach made me want to puke as tears stung my vision, but I blinked them backâŠI had never realized, never even thoughtâŠ
Itâs really hard to see and accept the type of person you really are, even when someone points it out or its right in front of you.
I surrounded myself with people that talked highly of themselves and expected to be the best, not caring who they tore down on their way to the top. I had turned into the person that I had always swore Iâd never become, and hadnât even noticedâŠstrange how Zane, out of all people, could point all my faults in a way that actually made me feel guilty and want to change right then and there, when I didnât even know the guy. He didnât know me. Lucy could have told me I was a stuck-up-bitch and I wouldnât have thought anything of it.
âWell what if I re-wrote my contents?â I asked, completely serious.
Zane stared at me for a moment, and then laughed, âYou know how ridiculous that sounded?â
I attempted and failed, at hiding back a smile, âWell we were talking in the metaphor of humans being like books soââ
âAshley?â
âYeah!â
âJustâŠshut upâŠâ he said it while laughing, and the biggest smile on his face, so it didnât seem like he was trying to be rude. He justâŠwanted me to shut my trap I guess.
I giggled and for a moment we sat there in silence, âZane?â
âYeah?â
âHow can you talk so low of yourself, and laugh? I just, I donât get it.â
Zane smiled, âItâs not exactly talking low of myself asââ
âMe,â I interrupted making him gasp with amusement, âWill you stop correcting my grammar?â
I giggled like a two year old amused by their parents anger, âSorry.â
âAnyway, itâs not talking low of ME, as much as it is repeating what other's say.â
I nodded slowly understanding what he was saying, yet not sure I was getting an answer to my question, âSoâŠwhat? You mock the people thatâŠtalk about you?â
Zane just shrugs, as he pulls a piece of beef jerky out of his sweatshirt pocket and plops it into his mouth. Zane sees me watching and pulls out a small baggy of dried jerky, âDonât you dare judge. Redneck jerkyâs the shit!â he says with a giggle before handing the bag to me.
Curious, I took a handful of jerky and stuffed the handful into my jean pocket, only putting one in my mouth to try.
Iâve never had beef jerky, but it was actually pretty could. Just tasted like spicy, dried, beef.
Zane sighed, and after yet another silent moment, I went back to our previous conversation, âYou donât care about what other people think, do you?â
I expected more, but all he said was, âDepends.â
Chapter Six
Tears streaming down my eyes, making my cheeks itch and my lips taste salty and warm. My stomach hurt, my heart was pounding, and I couldnât take in a single breath without sobbing, gasping, or choking on my own saliva. I was hurt, more than I ever thought was possible, yet I couldnât turn away. I knew that it would only make me feel worse, but I couldnât tear my eyes awayâŠ
...Rebecca, the gorgeous brunette from the schoolâs advanced choir, was standing against the side of Joshâs car. She was smiling and giggling, as her hair blew gracefully with the breeze.
She isnât popular but sheâs not a nerd, and sheâs always been known as the shy innocent girl in school. Nothing about her now was innocent or shy, though.
Her skinny pale arms wrapped around Joshâs neck and pulled. He easily gave into the girlâs wants and leaned into her, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder, to her collar bone, to her jawâŠand then her chinâŠand then their lips touched, and I couldnât stand to watch any longer.
Despite my weak and wobbly legs I turned around
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