𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎? {𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗}

'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ʙᴇ,

Soon enough, I was getting used to the speed that Welton moved at. The weekends were slow because the boys were busy planning for the next week or simply drained from the previous one. Mondays were the worst since they were rejuvenated once again.

I did the work and kept to myself unless someone came up to me. I wasn't trying to be a loner, but it seemed like the best option after the series of unfortunate events that took place.

That is, until chemistry. Charlie hadn't taken kindly to my cold shoulder and took it upon himself to ask everyone why I was being quiet.

"Are you on your lady days?" He whispered while I was making notes.

I almost lost my grip on the pen, but clenched my jaw and kept going. Typical. Blame the girl and call her hormonally charged while taking zero accountability for yourself.

"Makes sense," Lennox agreed. He was another thorn who couldn't read a no if I typed it out on his forehead.

I turn back and stabbed the backside of my pen on his palm. It wasn't enough to hurt him, just enough to make him shut up. 

"That's my girl," Charlie laughed.

"I am not your anything." I slipped, luckily the bell rang and I left before he could say anything else.

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Trying to keep a firm hold on my hastily collected books, I reached the English classroom. Putting my books down on my desk, I went over to Neil's.

"How are you?" He smiled. My complaints died in my throat.

"Good," I faked a smile. "You?"

"Great!" He leaned closer, "I think Todd is starting to open up to me. We talked about our childhood last night."

I bit the inside of my cheek, this was the happiest I had seen him and I owed it all to Todd. The boy was such a sweetheart. A blush crept on Neil's neck when Todd entered the classroom. They smiled at each other like a star would to the moon.

Todd was his star, bringing light when he thought he was alone in the night. I smiled at Todd and skipped over to him.

"So," I started, and he looked nervous. "I wanted to give you this."

He touched the book as if it was fragile and would break if he moved it. 

"Songs of Innocence and of Experience," he breathed out, almost to himself.

"I enjoyed it and thought you'd like it." I smiled. "Think of it as a thank you for the chocolate."

"No, no-" He stuttered, trying to hand the poetry book back. "I can't."

"Of course you can. You're a beautiful person who can appreciate beauty." I put the book in his bag before he could protest. "And I saw Walt Whitman on your desk the morning you moved in so I know you like poetry."

He didn't reply, but his eyes were suspiciously bright. I pulled his cheek, trying to lighten the mood and he laughed. A real, genuine laugh.

When I was moving back to my seat, I saw Neil staring at Todd with an indescribable look on his face. He glowed just looking at Todd.

Charlie sauntered in and left a page at my desk. He left wordlessly.

I crumpled the paper, ignoring the scrawled words inside. His persistence was admirable and incredibly annoying. Cameron sat behind me so I pushed the note inside my bag before he could raise any suspicions.

"Did you do your Trig homework yet?" I shook my head no. "We can do it tonight with these buffoons."

Cameron was starting to be kinder to me. He gave me credit for my hard work, but his habit of calling everyone with rude nicknames wasn't going anywhere. It bothered me a little less now that I knew he wasn't a total git. We were usually the ones who finished the homework first.