All The Little Things

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Caspen

I see her walking down the hall in the mornings. Smiling at all that pass and returning the many greetings she gets from teachers and students who spot her too. How is she so nice to everyone? It amazes me every day.

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Finally, second block, world history. I take my seat at the far back table and wait for Eloise to arrive. I hope she tells me about her day. I like hearing that she's happy. She deserves it.

Right before the bell rings, she slides in the class with a small brown box in her grasp. "Morning Mr. Wills!"

"Good morning Eloise. Made it just in time I see." He says jokingly as he glances down at the watch on his wrist.

"Yes sir, had to run a quick errand." She returns with a smile and little shake of the box in her hand. Once their small conversation has ended, she makes her way back to me.

"Hello kind sir, how are you this good afternoon?" She asks with a grin and awful British accent.

I answer her in the same tone, "Very well my lady. I do hope yours is the same." We both laugh at our fake royal greeting and start to get situated for class.

She finally sits down and sets the box on the table. What the hell is in there? Back to her normal voice now, "I brought you something!" She pushes the box my direction and waits for me to open it. Slightly lifting off the top, I see two chocolate donuts, obviously the best dessert to bless this earth.

"You didn't!" I say in awe at how she remember my favorite sweet after I mentioned it once.

"I did, indeed." She grabs two napkins and we share the treat she brought before Wills starts his lecture on early civilizations. Once he starts teaching, the attention of each student is directed to the front of the class. While Eloise studies the multiple timelines and drawings displayed on the board, I study her.

The way her little hairs curve around her face. How her eyes widen every time Mr. Wills says something new that she didn't know before, which isn't very often. How she sits with such pristine posture, while I'm slouched over in my chair. There is no such thing as perfect, but if there was, it would be her.

She reminds me of my mother sometimes. Her dark long hair and eyes that match ours. The way she cares for everyone, even if it hurts her. And how she remembers everything I tell her, no matter how little.

About an hour later, the end-of-block bell rings and I walk with her to the next class. I turn towards her, about to say something but my mind goes blank when my hand accidentally rubs against hers. Maybe she didn't notice, but I sure did. I could feel the contrast of her hot hand and cold rings that sent shivers down my back and raised goosebumps on my skin. My god, what this girl does to me without even realizing...

Back to my original thought process, I turn towards her again, "thank you for the donut. You really didn't have to", I say with a smile as she looks up at me to respond.

"Of course Cass." My eyes widen a little and my heart skips a beat. She called me Cass. No one has called me that since my mom left. I forgot how much I liked it, but I like it even better now that it came from her. Noticing my surprised reaction, she responds quickly, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I called you that", she says followed by a little nervous laugh and starts fidgeting with her golden ring.

"No, no. It's okay. I liked it. My mother used to call me that, so I was just a little shocked that's all." I send her back a small smile. As we approach her class we bid each other a "farewell" in out terrible accents again and I continue down the hall to my boring classes without her.

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Alright chapters are getting a little longer. We got some dialogue now. Things are going pretty good. Thank you for reading🤍
- Journee