Diary of a Hipster

Chapter Three

Science was dreadful. I wanted to scream after the "Fancy" incident. I quickly checked my schedule as I walked towards my locker.
Period 5- American Studies
I groaned inwardly.
Why did I sign up for this, I thought.

I almost forgot about Sybil's text. My hand settled on the phone as I silently sung.
Sybil 😜🌸
Heyyyy Malia! I was wondering, wanna meet up at Starbucks for lunch?

I'm way ahead of her, I thought.
"You have a really nice voice."
Jumping, I looked to see Zach. I groaned as he giggled.
"Now isn't the time for jokes-"
"No. I meant it." He countered.
"What class do you have next?" I attempted to keep my voice casual, but I most likely sounded like a fangirling walrus.

"American Studies."
Is my heart doing the chimichanga or am I dying? Most likely both.
"Me too. Let's go."
I set my phone to vibrate and texted a quick reply to Sybil as we walked:
See you there!
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The class was instructed to stand at the front of the room, as Mr. Baldwin, our American Studies teacher, would be assigning seats. He walked into the room and instantly called out names and pointed to desks.

I zoned out before hearing my name.
"Malia Stevenson," he said, pointing to a desk near the back of the room.
"Zach Cambridge," Zach? Oh no.
"Look who it is," he said, plopping down next to me. "Malia Stevenson."

"That's me.." I said awkwardly, pulling on my purple North Face jacket. Looking around, a familiar golden messy bun caught my eye. Eve was boring holes into my head, giving me a death glare.

Was liking Zach a competition?

The teacher carried on, and I only realized 40 minutes into class that I was squinting to see the board.
Sighing, my glasses awaited me. I picked them up and slid them on my face, my blue eyes adjusted quickly.
"You look cute with your glasses on..."
Zach mumbled.

I fell out of my chair.
Smooth moves, Malia.
"I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?" he said, attempting to play it off, but his beet-red face was a dead giveaway.
"No, no. Thank you. I'm not really used to compliments."

I had lied.
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I excitedly rushed out the entrance door, inhaling the fresh air. Ah, lunch period.

I walked down the block, arriving at the brown building with the green logo on it. I pushed the door and stepped in, getting high off the smell of caffeine.
"Over here!" I saw Sybil waving.

Meeting her at the table, she instantly got up. "Let's eat."
We strutted over to the counter, thinking of our orders.
"You order first." I allowed.
"Uhh, let's see...may I please have a Java Chip frappe with a chocolate croissant?" Sybil asked.
"And for you?" The woman asked me.
"I'll have a cotton candy frappe with a chocolate croissant, please." I said, confidently ordering my usual.

I sucked down on the drink, gossiping with Sybil. I decided I trusted her enough to talk about Zach.
"So, there's this guy.-"
"Who is it? No, let me guess. Zach? Zach Cambrood?"
"Cambridge," I corrected, snickering. "and yes, how did you know?"

"I'm a fangirl. We have have the power of OTP. I saw him and knew you guys were automatically a ship."
I doubled over laughing, checking the time. "Don't tell him, please!"

"You have my word." she swore before we headed back to class.
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OMG HEYY GUYS NEW POTENTIAL LOVE INTEREST ??? We won't rush it. It's me Casey. And yeah. stuff. woohoo

wow I sound like a 4th grader ok

BYE GUYSSS SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER