Whaaaaaat no waaaay srsly?????? I did this?????????
OH HELL YEAH I DID THIS.
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I never realized before that our lockers were that close to each other. I could catch a glance of her brown hair and oversized sweater across the hallway.
Should I go?
Were we even friends? I was trying, that’s obvious.
But as I looked at her across the hallway I just notice it even more. It being this big wall she has around her. I could see how sometimes it went an inch down (at her apartment on Saturday, talking to her doorman, even at lunch yesterday) but she was too good and too fast at building it up again.
Fuck, I'm staring. I tried to look anywhere else before someone notices it. I didn’t want to be the creepy new guy, it was enough to be the nobody new guy.
I ran a hand through my hair again. I should talk to her, right? Yeah, I’ll talk to her.
“Don’t be too clingly” was my mantra while I stepped closer to Zelda. She wasn’t even that far away and I felt I walked a mile.
It may as well be because…
“Zeldling!” I tried hard not to laugh out loud with the nickname. “Zeldling”? Pretty sure she would rather eat her own vomit before letting anyone call her something like that.
“Casey!” Well, that was surprising. I inched way from them, trying to not bring attention to myself. Although I’m certain Casey doesn’t even know my name, I could swear she gave me a look before calling Zelda’s name. Did I do something? Doubt it.
Turning around, I determinated my course to the library, where I could spent the last minutes before the bell in silence.
I had a really bad night of sleep and the library was always empty. Probably because is the worst library I’ve ever been to. The books were old and illogical (why would you want a ripped edition of Quantum Physics for Engineers in high school?) and the seats were so uncomfortable than even a person who had a roughly four hours sleep had problems settling in.
But not uncomfortable enough, apparently, seeming that I woke up half an hour later, with a flat cheek where the crumbles on the table got stuck and a aching back. Oh well shit.
Saying that I sprinted to my chemistry class probably wasn’t enough. I Usain Bolted to the chemistry room, only to face a closed door and a face on the teacher that obviously said you may as well move along because you’re not going in my class.
Did I say “oh well shit”? Because oh. Well. Shit.
I found the nearest exit to the parking lot and just sat on the concrete, holding my head in my hands.
I’ve never ever skipped a class. I was too much of a good guy. I didn’t even have friends to skip class with in my old school.
Not that it changed anything because here I am, skipping class. Without friends. Huh.
In my own sad sad world, I didn’t even notice the guy smoking out there, leaning into the wall a few feet from me. His hair was longish and dark, having a somewhat emo way, and he was staring at me, rather amused. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, but it was hard to place him next to a whole school of other familiar but unknown faces.
He threw away the cigarette and stepped away from the wall. The still familiar but unknown guy sat next to me, making me shift uncomfortably.
There was silence for a while.
“You don’t remember me, right?” He spoke suddenly, making me jump a bit. Should I remember him? From where?
“Um…“ Well, yeah, Luke, no wonder why you don’t have friends.
But he only smiled. “I’m Michael, from the party last Saturday,” He said, probably hearing the ding that went off in my head. So that’s where… “And you’re Luke?”
I just nodded. Lame.
“Well, Luke,” He leaned back, resting his head against the brick wall and looking up. “I guess we are stuck here for a while.”
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this isn't like omg so much but *it's something*
and there's some muke action ooohhhh yeeeaaahh
this story is finally rolling omg this took forever but too fast at the same time, u feel me?
no you dont sigh
DARK HAIRED MICHAEL CAN WE TALK ABOUT TAHT OH YRAH
Wellp bye
See you next saturday with TWRT and then on sunday with this piece of shit
Comment or somethin idk dont ghost me
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