That one night I couldn't close my eyes, I was feeling nervous about the next day. I certainly didn't know why, but something inside my soul felt unstoppable and excited. Maybe I had something undone for class, maybe there was a test I forgot about and didn't study for.
- Stop Bellamy, it's okay, now go to sleep - I said to myself.- You'll find out tomorrow what the hell it's keeping you awake.-
But even if I repeated to close my eyes, that certain thought kept popping out in my head. So I took my earphones and my phone, looked for my 'meditation before sleep' video that I always play to relax, and closed my eyes. Even if I felt my body numb and felt like I was resting, I didn't really sleep all I needed.
I didn't have any idea what to say about how I felt that whole night, but something wasn't right, something deep inside my unstoppable mind made my dreams go away and kept making me think about what was about to happen tomorrow. At this point, I feel like I'm going crazy.
I hope you understand when I say that nothing was helping that night at 4 am, with 3 more hours without sleeping, my sister watching tv in the other room, and my dad snoring, I finally said
- You know what, I'm done-.
So I turned around, grabbed my phone, and put the first Harry Potter movie on, one of the only things that distract my mind from reality.
After half an hour, I finally fell asleep.
***
- BELLAMY -. Someone screamed far away - BELLAMY WAKE UP -.
That childish voice was so annoying.
- Alright -. It said again.
And then something slapped my face, nicely but brutally at the same time, something soft like a pillow.
Again, and again, and then it hurt.
- WHAT THE HELL-. I shouted and looked next to me.- BENJAMIN JESUS CHRIST-.
- Sorry sleeping beauty, but you're getting late for school and mom sent me to wake you up -. He said.- And your alarm has been sounding for an entire hour-.
With saliva on my cheek, my brown hair in its wildest state, I turned off my alarm and stood up.
- I swear to God the next time you do that I'm throwing you through the window-. I said threateningly.
- It wasn't really me, mom asked me to wake you up -. He said with no worries of being kicked out of the room.
- But you woke me up in that way. Now go away, I have to prepare myself for school -. I said irritated.
He left the room and closed the door after.
***
When I went downstairs I grabbed my coffee, my bag for lunch, and a toast with marmalade.
- Morning mom -. I said to her, who was toasting more bread than usual.- I have to go, love you.-
- Bye love, have a good day -. She said neutrally.
It wasn't so sunny that day, but it wasn't ugly and sad either, our autumn wasn't going as normal as usual and I don't think I was the only one who noticed.
The school wasn't far away so I started to walk in a hurry so I could arrive just in time for class. As fast as I walked, I felt that I was getting held back by something, anyways I kept hurrying.
When I finally arrived, everyone was inside their classroom but me.
I started to search for the classroom until
- Bellamy Smith -. A male voice said behind me.- Aren't you? You're always late for classes as the professors say.-
I turned around, right behind me was a boy a few taller than me with brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing rings and had attractive hands.
- Yeah, hi. Who are you? -. I said disconcerted. I haven't seen him anywhere, and neither has the sports team.
- None of your business Smith-. He said.
I looked at him surprised, he was standing there looking at me.
- Well, you better go to class, Smith.- He said.
- Why would you tell me what to do? You're not a professor.- I said frustrated and impatient.
- Right.- He answered. And then he turned around and walked away in the opposite direction.
I was standing there confused, it was a strange situation, random and awkward, I felt a little tension when that boy talked to me. But then my mind came back to reality and I realized I was half an hour late to class.
- Bloody hell.- I said and ran right inside the classroom.

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that certain boy I meet
Storie d'amoreIt was secondary school time when I met you, it was a marvelous time where we both felt over the clouds and ran from any inconvenience together. It was marvelous our teenage years, but we were so young, so innocent. We met one morning before class...