A Whisper Of Love

t my version is the worst scratch that, horrible version of the movie. I’m basically putting on black on black, a black high waist trouser and cro

t's hot and I’m sweating still yet I have to avoid Him at all cost after last night episode. I’m so embarrassed. I wonder what he’ll t

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did I have to listen to Bailey? Oh my! What if he told his teammates and his teammates makes fun of me and tell the whole school and then

?” The English teacher an

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eck. Ugh, that’s going to hurt later. Before the class was over, I ran out bumping into the head cheerleader Kim and her band of misfits who scowled at me. Thi

ad ache more. I kept rubbing my temples

understand that. Right?” Looking at my face in the mirror, I groan not liking the flushed color. Tur

ale door looking to my left and my right. “Phew, coast clear.” Quickl

*

atches mine. “Been looking all over for you. And what's with the black today? Someone died?” She raise her index signaling me to give her a minute. Yeah,

breathe but still looking at me with a worried expression. I contemplated

st. “Austin caught me snooping at him last ni

her hands, eyes wide and I would ha

out how to explain myself and apologize to him that I’m not a creep or som

wiggled her fingers find

Move!!!” Our head turns to the teacher having an aggravated look. Sh

he whispers as we ran to meet up. I shake my

y whole body hurts.” She groans loudly standing in front of our locke

hand and my backpack hanging loosely on my left arm. “I’m sure you’ll

towel down just as I predicted.” She s

do it.” I whine hanging my head low in defeat. “Come

ghs. “Well good luck with that. You are going to make me late for my favorite class now.” She winks. I sigh wat

over with.” I squeeze

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nt to check it out hiding behind the dark corners of the room. “Get your shit together Mahone or I

ing, coach ran his hand over his face groaning loud while Austin

ake you off the team and cancel your scholarship if you don't get your grades back up.” He pauses

it coach.” Austi

dropping, your teachers are worried, the school is worried, I’m worrie

ly am but …” He looks at him w

t your grades back up. Prove to me you deserve to be in my team and work fo

coach

.” Coach deep vo

in hoping he doesn't see me as he walks by. My head turns to

rship withdrawn. Years ago I admired him for not only his handsome bad boy looks but also his brains and now a

him still in that position. I won't allow him to let himself down or lose hi

electric blue looks into his green hazels and I tried not to squirm at his smold

rades back up Austin, but