The Little Voice by Taylor Broadway (i am malala young readers edition txt) 📕

I had something to say but Gavin texted me. I pulled out my sidekick and glanced at the screen.
[Gavin]- Hey beautiful. I was jw how class was goin. I <3 you. 4ever & always.
I laid my phone on my thigh and pretended to pay attention to class. I saw Sophia glance down and her neck shot straight back up. I decided not to torture her anymore all class, even though Gavin’s text messaging would have crushed her. I sighed in relief when the bell rang. The urge to hurt Sophia’s feelings grew stronger. Another urge that was hidden slowly crept out.
I was starting to feel the need to see Gavin. I was beginning to feel the way I did when things were normal. I couldn’t let myself back to that stage quite yet. He didn’t deserve to have me want him. But I couldn’t stop my mind from thinking about him.
I felt semi-relieved when I saw him leaning against my locker. He smiled at me with his adorable dimples and shiny brown eyes. He reached his hand out towards me and I grabbed it. “Hello how was biology?” he asked a little worried.
I looked at him and sighed. “How do you think it was?” I asked rhetorically. He frowned and went right back to smiling. “What are you so happy about?” I asked.
“Two things,” he said. “One; you’ve decided to forgive me.” I smiled at him “And two; we have lunch together.” I smiled again. I don’t know how right he was about number one, I was almost there, but I definitely liked number two. We walked to lunch together. He explained to me basketball camp and C.I.T camp. I told him about cheer camp and the theatre workshop.
When we reached the table with all our friends he pulled the chair out for me. All the girls oohed and the boys groaned. He put his arm around me and I sighed happily. All lunch was discussing what we did, not just me and him, but everyone. When the bell rang I kissed him goodbye and walked to journalism.
My journalism teacher seemed rude. I didn’t pay much attention to him. His class was absolutely boring until his lecture. In the middle of his lecture the door opened wide and our principle walked in.
“Sorry Mr. Smalls but you have a new student.” Mrs. Moral said gesturing someone in. My jaw dropped when I saw who walked in.
It was a boy, but not just any boy. This boy was a perfectly tanned and muscular boy. He had the skater boy look, eyelevel brown hair which he kept flipping. Each flip revealed his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. He looked around the room.
“This is Carson Malone. He is from Cooler High School in Pennsylvania. I’m sure we all can make him feel welcome.” Mrs. Moral said before she walked out. Mr. Smalls put Carson in the same row as me. I’m not like any story book girl who fell in love with the new kid, but he is gorgeous. What am I thinking, I have Gavin. But Carson is gorgeous.


 Chapter Two: Uh-Oh
By eighth period the whole school knew about the new kid. Rumors were starting about him, girls were falling for him. Typical high school stuff when a new boy comes. Through my last few classes that was the only thing people talked about. It was only the first day of school and there was already drama.
I was hearing girls talk about how he flirted with them and supposedly he already had a girlfriend. The boys in class were talking about how he was “weak” and couldn’t “hold up” to the other boys. Everyone was either hating on him or fighting over him.
Luckily I didn’t have to day dream about the amazingly gorgeous boy. I had Gavin, who was beginning to become one of those haters.
“There’s no reason to be jealous,” I said walking down the stairs with Gavin. He was talking about Carson like he knew him and they didn’t get along.
“Jealous?” he smiled. “I’m not jealous. I have no reason to be,” he said smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and laughed. He laughed along but his laugh wasn’t very real.
He walked me to my bus and kissed me goodbye. I could tell from the look on his face that he was going to be very aggressive at football today. I sighed as I got on the bus. He didn’t have anything to worry about; I decided in seventh period that he was officially forgiven. So now it was back to normal. Well at least until I saw who was sitting in the third seat.
I didn’t notice him at first because I was too busy thinking to myself, but he was definitely there. Carson sat in the seat eyeing his schedule until I walked by. He glanced at me, for a second I was lost. I blinked twice and found me in the middle of the bus’s aisle just starring. I shook my head and turned away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the kid laugh. I guess he thought it was funny?
I didn’t, I’d never done that before. I always read about it in the romance novels and see it in chick flicks. The mysterious boy with the most gorgeous eyes that you could get trapped in for hours, his eyes so beautiful it they froze all time. Where was I, Forks Washington? This was no “Twilight” book this is good ‘ole Monroeville. It was probably my imagination though, making something out of nothing.
I was a little shaken when I sat down in the back. I stared up at the third seat watching the boy shake his head to move his hair. After a good 45 seconds of starring I quit paying attention, only to enter the conversation about homecoming. I wasn’t looking forward to that again.
I hated it last year when I had to run for “freshman” homecoming court because of Gavin. I hated fighting with my mother over which dress or my hairstyle. I didn’t overly enjoy the attention when I walked around the football field on Gavin’s arm. I just didn’t enjoy homecoming.
In thinking about my horrors of homecoming I missed watching Sophia plop down next to Carson. I laughed to myself as I watch flip her hair over and over. I watched them the whole bus ride since my stop was last. I noticed how every few minutes they both would turn back and look at me. Each time Sophia would laugh and they would both turn around. But Carson would turn back towards me quickly and then back to Sophia. It was weird; again I was letting my imagination run wild.
While my imagination was having a fun day the bus was becoming less crowded. We had lost about five stops of people when I noticed he hadn’t got off. I wondered to myself, ‘what if he lived by me?’ Again with my imagination, I need to work on it. All these thought s were just plain dumb. Then that stupid voice came in my head. It kept saying ‘no such things as coincidences’, just a stupid NCIS quote. I swear this voice and my imagination, I need help.
Two stops later the bus had only four people left. Madi, Sophia, me and Carson. The bus driver pulled to the stop sign and let us off. Sophia was giggling right next to Carson and Madi was walking along side me.
“Looks like Sophia found a new somebody,” Madi said semi-laughing. I rolled my eyes at her.
“Well I think that’s perfectly fine with me, and oh I forgave Gavin.” I said looking at the sidewalk. Madi shook my arm.
“Way to go girl! I knew you would I just didn’t want it to be too late,” she said still shaking my arm. I looked at her face and then at her hand. “Oh, sorry,” she said stopping. I laughed.
We walked down the sidewalk laughing about the stupid drama that had already started. When I got to my driveway I said “You can come in if you want.” Madi shook her head.
“Can’t I have to wait for Aiden and Jayden to get home,” she said when she started walking. I felt bad for her since her mom made her watch her twin brothers who were the same age as my twin sisters.
When I got to my door I looked back towards the street. Walking in the middle of the road was Carson. He wasn’t with Sophia anymore, just Carson. The silly voice in my head wanted me to talk to him but I knew better. So I unlocked my door and headed inside. I went straight to my room.
The voice was still annoying me, talking to me about going and talking to Carson. I wish it would just stop because right now I was semi-happy. I forgave Gavin, Sophia found a new crush, and my classes weren’t too hard. Everything felt a little bit right and this stupid voice was trying to ruin everything. I laid on my bed and put my face straight in the pillow. I want this dumb voice to leave me and go bother my mom or maybe the twins. Then my phone rang.
I jumped up off the bed and walked to my backpack. I pulled my phone out of the side pocket and hit talk.
“Hello,” I said. I’d forgotten to look at the caller ID.
“Hi sweetheart,” my dad’s voice said.
“Daddy!” I shouted “how are you?” I asked.
“I’m fine, I was just going to ask how your first day of school was,” he said quickly.
“Oh, it was good. Classes seem a little bit ha. . .” I didn’t get to finish my dad interrupted me.
“Ok that’s good. Well I’ll call you later. Bye sweetheart.” He said that very quickly and I heard the phone click. I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at it.
I hate having divorced parents. My mom is always so uptight making sure everyone is busy so we don’t have down time. My dad is always working now. Constantly he is flying everywhere. He moved in the Village which is the neighborhood like 10 minutes away but he is never there. Everything is a mess. We only see my dad once a month. Then he takes us shopping, buys me clothes and the twins toys. He normally doesn’t call and if he does it’s always short and quick. I sighed.
I walked down stairs and laid down on the couch. I flipped on the TV and flipped through channels. Nothing was really on. I looked over at the clock and sighed again. It was only 3:15 which meant 45 minutes until Gavin got out of practice. I looked back at the TV and settled on watching “Greek”. I had already seen the episode so I wasn’t really watching it.
I started to think about today. Today started out like any other day. Then after fourth period it was great. Now it’s back to ok. I just wish that it would stay great the whole day instead of a few hours. Then I thought about Gavin. I’m glad I forgave Gavin but I wish there was something else I could do. Not to torture him just to make him prove that he really doesn’t care about anyone but me. Maybe flirt with the Carson kid, just make Gavin rattle a little. What am I thinking about? I’m going crazy;