𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

5

Amelia ascended the stairs, sitting down in one of the kitchen chairs. Her eyelids felt heavy, leaning her head on her hand for support. She poured herself a cup of coffee, hoping it would help the damage of her night, spent tossing and turning.

Technically, she could have slept half an hour more. But, she had woken up earlier than usual to walk to school, so Peter couldn't pick her up like he used to do every day.

She picked up her phone, on it was five texts from Marcus, telling her he fucked up and for her to please talk to him again. She put her phone on do not disturb.

Music was blasting through her headphones, making her way to school, trying to drown out her buzzing thoughts and the tight feeling in her chest. She tried to look around, focusing her other senses on her surroundings as a way to calm down.

Why, oh, why did Marcus have to do that? The two of them had been best friends forever, and all of that could be ruined now with one simple kiss. And, Peter, he would never let her talk to him again. Oh, god, Maxine would throw a hissy fit. This was bad, really bad.

She tried to shut off her thoughts again, her eyes wandering around the streets to see people rushing to their cars, driving off to whatever, school, work. She wondered what problems they had to deal with throughout the day, or if everything was just simply calm and steady.

About ten minutes later, she finally made it to school. Feeling her chest tighten and her palms get sweaty she entered the hallway, her eyes glued to the ground. She was praying to walk to her locker, undetected by the two people she didn't want to meet.

"Amelia"

Shit.

She quickened her pace, convincing herself that it was only in her head. But, as she nearly reached her locker, a hand took a firm hold of her arm, turning her around to see a blonde-headed boy in a football jacket, a puzzled expression on his face

"What's going on?" He asked with a worried tone in his voice, examining her face cautiously.

"Hey to you too" She responded with a weak smile as she looked down onto the floor. She couldn't look at him without feeling guilty.

"Why didn't you come to the football game yesterday?"

She bit her bottom lip as she stood there without saying a word. What was she going to say? — Hey,
my friend kissed me, you know my neighbor that I've told you a thousand times you don't have to worry about —.

"Seriously. Is there something wrong?" He asked quietly so none of the other students would hear. He took a hold of her hand and lowered his head so he could see her face which was looking to the ground, half covered by her hoodie "You haven't answered any of my calls and messages and when I came to pick you up this morning you had already left"

Amelia let out a sigh as she brought herself to look at him.

"Look, the thing is..." She was about to tell him the truth. Then, the thought of not being able to talk to Marcus rushed through her head. "I fell asleep last night and when I woke up I realized I had missed your game and I felt really bad. I thought you would get disappointed"

"Is that it?" He asked with a laugh of disbelief, glancing around at his surroundings before continuing. "Of course I wouldn't be disappointed at you for not showing up at a game. There's always another one"

"Yeah, it was a bit dramatic of me" She chuckled softly.

"It's fine" He shrugged as he intertwined their hands. Hopefully, it wasn't too noticeable how much her hand was shaking.

The pair started walking down the hallway, Peter telling Amelia all about yesterday's game and how they owned the other team. She pretended to listen, her lips turning upwards in half smiles here and there.

Her gaze then drew further down the hall, being met with brown ones instantly. She felt a pit in her stomach, watching as Marcus walked towards their direction hand in hand with Padme, his on-and-off situationship.

From far away his expression was unreadable, but as his eyes traveled from hers down to Peter and hers interlinked hands one could see his jaw slightly tightening before turning his head to the side, looking away.

As they passed each other, their shoulders accidentally brushed, and she could feel her stomach fluttering. At that moment, all she wanted to do was turn around and call out his name. But, neither of them turned around to look at each other, the distance between them growing stronger as Padme dragged him in one direction, and Peter dragged her in another.