She moved her bangs hitting her head against the wall. *Did she really just do that to me?...* she thought, locked in the janitors closet. She had been in science class when Emma shouted"SHE LOVES CARTER!" and pointed to her. Carter's face was red and the science teacher was standing outside. She had burst into tears. She didn't want him to know. She had been hurt so many times, she felt numb in general.... She wanted it to end. Now.
She had been placed behind carter, after telling her teacher what his personal nickname from her was. He was trying. "Valedia," Carter whispered. "Now....Who can tell me the three statements of the Cell theory?" asked Mr.Gonzalez, "Carter! What are they?" Carter turned back around from her pale ivory face. Carter bit his bottom lip. "What was the question Mr.Gonzalez?" "What are the three statements in the cell theory?" "Uh....." Trisha and Emma snickered wickedly and Chayse laughed her ass off. Valedia gritted her teeth and hissed in their direction. Carter's phone slipped out of his pocket and landed on the white tile with a Click-Clack. Valedia got on her knees to pick it up and so did carter. Kyle grabbed the phone first, leaving the lovebirds to grab eachothers hands instead. Carter pulled up, taking her body with him. Now, Mr.Gonzalez happens to like the Black Eyed Peas. The song he was playing was, "Where is the love?" Carter, in panic mode, froze up as well as Valedia. "OH EHM GEEEE!" Squealed Emma laughing. Chayse was now DYING OF LAUGHTER. Her cold and dark violet eyes kept him in place. She dropped her grip on his arm. He blinked several times and stared at her picking her stuff off the ground. She was quick, and didn't like wasting time.
"Spike the Dragon!" Valedia called from a distance and laughing with Chayse and Trisha. "I really wish she would stop hiding that...." he muttered under his breath. "Hey carter! why Dontcha admit your love for Val-Val?!" Laughed Chayse. Carter was about to jump out of his skin. Thats what he had been feeling with Valedia this WHOLE TIME! "Why doesn't she just tell me she loves me?!" he yelled back over Chayse and trisha's squealing. "Valedia would NEVER admit it!" giggled trisha. "Wanna bet?" asked Chayse. "She has a nickname for your couple anyway!" snickered Jared. "OH EHM GEE WHAT IS IT?!" "Valter." "HAHAHA!" Valedia walked quietly, being silenced and muted everything out and thought about Carter's last comment. Can I do it? [i/] "Valedia! Wait up!" hollered carter from behind. She was silent and in tears. He would never like the most quiet dork in class when he has a loud mouth outside. They both had the best grades and could finish tests at approximately the same time, before everybody. "What is it?!" she screamed stopping. "You really have a couples name? For us?" said carter. His heart was really pounding. He thought it was going to come out from his chest. "Yeah..and I have a nickname for you too...." Carter grabbed her backpack and threw it over the wall. "What the Fuck?!" "Valedia, tell me." "What?" "I said, tell me." "Tell you what carter?! How many times I've been embarrassed?!" "No, my nickname." "Oh..." she said, blushing red.
"Hehe...." she said laughing. Carter was a bit embarrassed she was now on the same baseball team as him and sat quietly by her. "Gambke! Your up!" called the coach. "........." Her eyes flashed at carter and she watched him look her over in her uniform. "I wish he would stop looking at me like that coach." she said. "He just thinks its weird for you to play, that's all Gambke." Valedia said, "He's looking me over in my uniform." The coach didn't think it was a good idea to have her on the team but everybody else did. Goooooo Figure.... She still had a lingering bruise on her arm from when he grabbed her backpack and flung it over the wall.
She swung that bat hard and it cracked. She was used to hitting things with a bat. Carter whistled,"WHOO!! GO ANGIE!" She barked, "SHUT UP!" She growled and hit the last throw. "THE BULLDOGS WIN THE GAME!" "Whoopdeedoo." she mumbled, She grabbed her bag and left. "Damnit...."
She ran off in her suit, wearing the wrong shirt. She was wearing CARTER'S shirt. "Wait...I'm not Number 11....." he said looking at the sleeves leaning on the locker. "ANGIE!" he hollered running "YOUR WEARING MY SHIRT!" She stopped walking. She thought. He thought. (Angie's Thoughts) *He-he wore this? His body was in this before mine?* (Carter's Thoughts) *She had this on before she changed...* She shivered and turned around and walked towards him and took his shirt off her body. She said unhappily, "Now give mine back," "What?" "I took yours off, give mine back," she repeated. Carter stunned,threw it at her. She was quite satisfied with seeing him without his shirt on. She put hers on and went back to walking. (Carter's thoughts) *Her body was in my shirt!* She bit her lip walking in her jeans and went home. "Eww!" squealed Brezze,"You were wearing his shirt?!" "Yeah but you have to admit it, he was red as your nail polish," she snickered pointing at brezze's nails painted red.
"He was so jeleous he couldn't see your other half," snickered Brezze. "Yeah right!" Angie giggled. ~WITH TANNER AND CARTER~ "Oh, so you took her shirt?" "Yeah...." "Is she still wearing it?" "No...she gave it back. She went shirtless. I was already shirtless," "I think she liked that!" laughed tanner rolling on the floor. "Me too..." Carter said zoning out. "You liked her shirtless? Dayyyyum!" Said tanner face-palming. "I should've asked her out." "Ask her tomorrow," "I can't!" "Why not?" "School. And no baseball," "Ask her on....," said tanner thinking of their next game,"Wednesday!" "Okay then...." ~BREZZEY AND ANGIE~ "OH EHM GEE! YOU LOVED HIM SHIRTLESS DIDN'T YOU!?" squealed Brezze. Angie bit her lip and nodded. KNOCK KNOCK! "Who could possibly be here?" She stood up and opened the door and got tackled by Cruz and Carter first thing. "Oh god, you two?!" She snarled. "We're apologizing." Cruz said,"I am first," "Why?" "Because. I'm sorry because I crashed into you while opening the door." Cruz said gesturing to Carter for him to say his sorrys.