Again this week we’re talking with Anson Mount from Playboy magazine, and Josh McDowell. She sat here in her usual spot which was next to me, while Nathan sat in front of us uncomfortably.Does Playboy actually demean women by making them into little more than sexual objects?ĭoes Playboy Degrade Women? Ankerberg: Welcome. I rush over to my table, where Taylor and I usually sit. He notices me looking at his direction, which makes me turn my head to the side quickly. Ooooo how can I forget that he's in my art class! I walk into class and see Rider sitting at a table with his group of friends. My head was hurting like crazy, just thinking through everything. I know her, if she feels bad about something, she'd do anything to make them forgive her and that's what she's trying to do now. Taylor looked pretty sorry for why she's done, and I'm sure she wouldn't do something worse than that. And I'm trying to talk to her again so.don't stop me." Nathan folds his arms across his chest and and squints his eyes, "Fine, but don't come crying back to me if she does something as horrible than that." I roll my eyes and headed back to class with him. "NATHAN." I groan in frustration and put one hand on my head. "I thought you hated Taylor? Because, you know, she did that." I shoved Nathan away from his grasp, "What the hell was that for?" He widens his eyes and stared at me in shock. She shoots a dirty look to him and walks away into the crowd. He holds my arm while making a cold face to Taylor. She had a small smile form on her face, wanting to say more, but Nathan pulled me away just in time before she said anything. I nod my head and and got the paper off her hand, "Thanks Taylor."Ī little sparkle twinkled in her eye when I finally spoke back to her. "Um-here's the information on what categories are in the competition." She bites her lip and tries not to look away from me. Taylor stares at me for a while and quickly hands me a paper. "Ah-sorry." We both say at the same time. As we walked to class, someone bumps into me accidentally. "Well," he started, "we better get going to class or else we'll be late." I touch my back which stung just a little bit where Nathan slapped me and followed him to class. A huge smile spread across Emma's baby face as she starts to jump up and down again, "Awesome! We're actually going to meet up today in the art room after school, so please come!" Emma skips away into the crowd of people without changing the happy expression she had on. But then again, I did tell myself that I wanted to start all over, and by doing that I have to forget about the past and keep on moving on.like not being Taylor's friend. It wasn't her fault.and it's not like I was dating Aaron at the time either. Just about a few days ago, I kept on telling myself to become her friend again and forget that stupid night. Seeing Taylor's name on the paper made me freeze a little. Or, someone could have written his name down.because his handwriting does not look like the one on the paper. But he's not at school yet.or is he? He couldn't have made it to school before me. I'm pretty shocked to see Rider's name on there, mainly because he would rather be hanging out with girls instead of doing this. I look through the 5 names that were in the group, some of those people sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure who they exactly were until I saw Taylor's and Rider's name on it. Team leader: Emma Stephens, which is probably the girl who just talked to Nathan and I. The Muffin Killers.that's a nice team name. I cheer awkwardly with her as she hands us a piece of paper with names on it. "This is great!" She says, "You'll be a great advantage for the group and I'm sure we'll win!" The girl claps her hands together and starts to jump up and down. I shoot a look at Nathan, who's smiling at the girl. I clear my throat and smile sweetly at the girl, "Sorry, but I-" "We'll join." She was handing out papers to crowds of students, probably for the competition. My eyes wander off into the crowd and I immediately find her.
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