𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

Doodling leaves on my notebook with some other creatures, my mind went to the time we were having breakfast and how she blushed, at my words. Then when Rayce was rubbing her back, she felt comfortable with it, she didn't even flinch. I couldn't help but feel a ting in my stomach at looking at them like that. I spit out the eraser I just bit from the back of my pencil.

God it tastes gross

playing with the hem of her jeans bag through which some threads are rippling out. They might call it fashion but in my opinion, this bag is sort of ancient.

Getting bored, I peek up through the classroom I'm sitting in. The professor is teaching us about the US map, I ain't getting what he is saying neither I'm interested unless they don't take us to visit these places.

My mind is playing him in a fast-forward mode, whatever he utters runs way quickly. Moving my gaze away from him, my eyes halt on her. She is sitting in middle her back facing me, jotting down notes perhaps.

Rayce dropped her off at school, he didn't mind doing that. We still need to talk about it, I am still confused about what's happening. 

Sighing, I open my geography book filled with maps. Going through the book, my gaze halts on pg 59 which says " Paris" the city of love. Before I could proceed.

The speaker's outbursts again, I pack my things and sling my back over my shoulder. It's perhaps Mr.Barrett, he will ask me to visit him again. I feel like this old dude might have a crush on me, it sounds gross I know but the way he wants to see me every next day shouts.

I almost stand up, wait for him to say my name, but instead. " Good morning students, it's Mr. Carter here. I have good news for both, the junior and senior batches. Please maintain discipline before I proceed. " he announces.

sighing, I sit back, what a good start to a good day with good news.

So fortunate.

" We have decided to give you guys a break from studying, what could be better than this, that we have organized a trip to Paris. We will be staying there for 3-5 days & will be visiting 10 places and they won't be related to studies." He announced while the whole class roars in excitement.

I am not at all looking forward to this outing. I have been to Paris more than 5 times. I can't watch the same things again.

" the slips of permissions have been given to your teachers, you guys know what to do. We are looking forward to you guys join in " . he endorsed

Mr.Jenks began distributing the form. The bell rings indicating that the worst 45 minutes of my life have been over. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I make my way out. Before stopping, I turn around to look at who is stopping me.

" Thanks for everything you have done for me " . she mumbles while I eye her from top to bottom. She is looking fresh today, wearing a black blouse with a red check shirt.

Kinda simple but she looks good

I try to digest her word my mind doesn't work in the morning for some reason. I stare at her to say something else but she doesn't , an idea pops inside my head.

God, I am going all lunatic

Fuck

"Well, in that case, you owe me something," I said to her smirking. She looks at me for a while so I continue.

It's the perfect time

" I know I have asked you this question before, but now we seem to know each other a Lil so can we be friends?". I ask her, finger crossed.

" Yeah, friends," she said shaking hands with me. A smile appears on my lips, not the devilish one the one I give Mom. I gaze at her for a while still shaking our hands, Her small enveloped in my big one.

My heart beats like a drum in my chest ready to burst out with excitement.

I stare at her back for a while. I don't know why I was even thinking that she will tell me something. It's not like we are something or I mean something to her. We are just friends.

  What she does to me, I am still not confident about it except for one thing, I know I care about her

I make my way to the cafeteria to grab a cup of black coffee. My mind is going insane. Grabbing, I turn around to proceed further. Ignoring, all the chicks I pass by. They all feel the same to me, there is nothing in them like Avery.

Why am I even comparing?

God, I need to gulp it down before they throw me into a mental asylum.

Sipping, the black coffee. My footsteps halt as I see Avery squealing. Her face is flushed red, I can only see her side profile. She is happy not just happy really happy. My heart goes insane, at seeing her smile. Somehow, a smile stretches on my face too before I could drop it.

Fuck

I want her

My gaze falls on Rayce who is holding her hand, while she is telling something in a cheerful voice to him. All the happiness dies down in a blink. Something churns in my stomach, looking at them. I am just her friend and that's what I wanted, but now I don't know? A hole forms in my heart, because I am not the reason behind the most beautiful smile, I have ever seen.

Why am I even feeling like this? Why do I even want to be her friend so badly?

I want to know her, for some reason, I want to solve this dilemma, Avery Blake.

" what's up, bro? " cray mutters patting my back. My gaze still not leaving them, I keep jogging further. Anger fills me, what is she doing with him & wasn't rayce the one who use to hate girls than what changed?

" who is she?". I growled lowly, clenching my jaw.

" oh she, she is his girlfriend".