She Looks So Perfect

Justine’s POV

“Justine, I have something to tell you.” Josh said. I looked over at him and nodded for him to continue. “I-”

“You what?” I asked. My stomach started to turn and my heart dropped. What could he be telling me? He’s known around school for dating girls, then breaking their hearts.

Josh looked at me with his deep brown eyes. The eyes that have looked at other girls. The soft, but curvy eyes that anybody can fall for.

“Justine, I’m moving. I won’t be able to finish this project with you. I’m really sorry, but I don’t have a choice.” He said.

I sighed in relief. “That’s actually really good.”

“Good?” He asked, confused. Oops, must have forgot.

“What I mean is that I’m going on tour. I’m leaving tomorrow. Finally got that off my chest.” I smiled and looked at him. Happy that he wasn’t asking me out or anything.

I went back to building the heart. Where does this piece go? I tried to put the red circular piece wherever I think it would fit. It won’t go in. I lifted my hand up and waited until the stupid teacher looked your way. She made her way over.

“What can I help you with?” Mrs. Wencloff asked.

“This won’t go in.” I told her. I showed her the heart. She took it from me and put it where it went, like it was nothing.

“Pay attention more in class.” She said and walked away, hips swaying like nothing just happened.

I hate her sometimes. She always look down on kids and never helps them, which is supposed to be the complete opposite of a teacher. A teacher is supposed to be nice and love to help you with things. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m so glad today is my last day.” I mumbled. Josh chuckled, making me smile. Why would I be smiling? I know he’s the hottest guy around school, but he’s just not my type.

Josh nudged my shoulder. Just as I was about to hit him, Mrs. Wencloff called the class for their attention. She was telling us how much time we had left and that we should start cleaning up. I had to tell her sooner or later. It couldn’t be kept a secret. She was after all going to be expecting me at school the rest of the year. I’m sure she’ll be devastated to know the student she torments the most will be away having “fun.”

The bell rang and everybody scurried out of the room. I was the last to leave. Well, other than Josh still being in here. I looked over at him, not sure of who was going first. My hands started to sweat and my head started pounding like somebody just hit me with a basketball.

“I think you should go first.” I choked out through a stuffed throat. He nodded and went up to Mrs. Wencloff.

They talked and talked. At the end, she gave him a hug. A hug! I promise you this lady is crazy. She’s going to give Josh Fowle. The guy who refuses to shave his mustache and gets in a fight with the popular girl all the freaking time. Josh walked out, snickering to himself, like he just had won an award for being the coolest guy at school. I sighed and made my way towards Mrs. Wencloff’s desk.

“Um...Mrs. Wencloff?” I said.

“What do you want, Malik?” She said. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m leaving. I won’t be back at school ever. I’ll have a private tutor.” I told her.

She looked up at me with her crystal blue eyes. “And where will you be going?”

I looked down at my hands. How can I tell her where I’m going without her thinking that I’m just doing this to get out of the project? I searched nervously around the room, not trying to look at her intimidating gaze.

“I don’t have all day.” She said.

“I’m going on tour with my brother. You know, Zayn Malik? I won’t ever be allowed back at school without bodyguards. Since next year is my last year, I’m thinking about taking on a private tutor.” I blurted out. I didn’t mean to tell her all of that, but I guess it just happened.

“Alright.” She said, then got up to get her things.

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