maybe one day

"Hey girl! I haven't seen you in forever," I shout to one of my closest friends.

"Omg, hey girl!" She shouts back and comes to hug me.

I look at her, still the same dark brown hair and blue eyes. Now with a little bit more makeup and a skirt. Really short skirt. And her shirt, like a bra. Oh wow, she has changed a lot, I think.

"How have you been?" I ask her.

"You know the usual, he still makes me wear outfits like this," she says and points to herself.

"Oh, I'm so lucky to not have a man and marriage like yours. Glad my parents decided to wait till I'm older," I say and feel really sorry for her.

"Yeah, you really are lucky. But now I got to go to math, I'll see you later!"

"See ya!"

Amalie starts walking towards her friend group, and I can feel them making nasty comments about me. It's pretty fucked up that we all are so fake nowadays, I think to myself.

"Annie! Annie!"

I turn around and-

"Wow. Shit, did I say that outloud?"

The boy who yelled my name laughs and I can feel myself turning red.

"Hi, I'm new here and you were supposed to guide me here today," he says.

"Ohh, yeah, shit. I totally forgot about it. So, my name's Annie," I say and scratch the back of my head.

"It's fine. Oh and my name's Will," he says and blushes.

This boy. He's like the definition of my type. He has dark curly hair, green eyes and those chains, the type you want to be under. Damn it, I'm in school, I remind myself. I wonder how long this awkward silence has been going on, I think and laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. What's your first class?"

"Math," he reads from his schedule.

"Give me that," I say and grab it from him.

He has math, english, biology and art today. Damn it, we're only in art together, I think and as I'm falling into my thoughts, Will grabs his schedule back from my hand.

Our hands touch and we look at each other at the same time and as we stare into each other's eyes, I finally feel something. Something that I've never felt before. The butterflies in my stomach are wanting to be free, I can feel my heart beating faster than it has ever beaten before. My face turns red and my lips and thoughts want something else than just a look.

He looks away first and smiles embarrassed.

"That was it?" I ask boldly.

"What?" He looks at me confused.

"Is that all the emotion you're going to show me? Is that all the attention you're going to give to me? I want more," I say and am surprised by my words.

"What, no! It's just, we met like 5 minutes ago, what was I supposed to do?" He says and looks like he's about to have an anxiety attack.

Shit, he looks actually really bad; he's shaking, and I can see his eyes are in tears. What am I supposed to do if he has one?!

"Okay, look it's fine. But is everything okay? We could go to an empty classroom or something," I say concerned.

He shakes his head, so I take his hand and lead us to an empty classroom. I sit him down on a chair, close the door and take a blanket out of my backpack.