By
Moi...(I think.
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Angelica Marion sat on the makeshift swing in Coral Park staring at the night sky. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her light brown hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing a scruffy jumper that said; I have a 6 pack....Of beer. And a pair of baggy jeans an unlikely sight especially from Angelica who thrived on looking perfect. On looking acceptable.
"Angel?" A voice called. Angelica scanned the area in agitation only to stare at the cloudless sky again in disappointment.
"Angel?" The voice called again.
Angelica buried her head in her hands as she whimpered silently. "Stop it!" She screamed.
Mark Watson walked into the silent Maths class holding a pack of skittles.
"What's crackalackin dudes?" He asked in his unnaturally high voice -At least that's what I thought.
He always did that. He always walked into a room like he owned it especially with his midnight blue-black hair that can't seem to decide where it wants to stay. I huffed as he winked to Clarisse and she tittered. Ignore him.
He dropped his bag on the desk in front of me and as he lowered himself onto the seat I couldn't help but notice his utter lack of pecs and that cheered me right up.
"Oh my god! You laugh?"
"Angel?" He called in desperation as he walked into the clearing. "Why didn't you answer?"
"Get away from me!" She screamed hysterically. "I hate you!" I wish I did.
He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "You are so......" He said searching for an a worthy expletive. "So 'ckin annoying you know that!" He growled as he walked closer to her.
"I am not annoying. I am simply just telling you to leave me alone!" She said firmly her theatrics from earlier nowhere to be found. He cocked his head to the side observing her. "I'm serious Mark." She said standing up from the swing her arms akimbo.
"Is that my shirt?" He asked incredulously. "And my jeans!"
"Er..." Angelica muttered her face colouring a spectacular shade of red. "Maybe..."
"You told me they were stolen by a ninja rabbit." He said and then fell silent. "Oh..."
"Yeah. Are you actually that thick or do you put it on?" She asked.
"Stop changing the subject. Why are you wearing my clothes? You hate my style, you're always complaining about it."
"I just felt like dressing like a Hobo today." She said miffed.
"....." He stayed silent.
"I just...well I ....I wanted to be with you for a while" She said going beetroot red.
"But you told me not to come near you. I don't get this?" He said scratching his head.
"You are that thick!" She muttered under her breath.
"Well. Well, I. I really really don't entirely hate you."
".....I still don't get it?"
"I'm not freaking spelling that out for you." Angelica complained and walked away with Mark following her.
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THE BEGINNING.


