August 31st, 1:09 PM
Im sitting in English class and staring down at my chipped nail polish. The teachers annoying ass British accent is just blaring into my eardrums as she talks about some book we have to read.
What color should I have next? Hm. White? No. Blue? Maybe, but I had that like three months ago. Ooh, I could go for a light pink? I don't remember having that In so long.
"Jackson!" The teacher calls out. She's staring at some boy sitting a couple rows behind me.
I turn around to see who she's talking about.
Oh.
It's him.
I've seen him a couple times before but never really payed too much attention to him. Now that I got the opportunity to look at him though, he's actually kind of cute. He's black with tight dark brown curls and pretty light brown eyes. I also notice the way a piece of his curl hangs down in front of his forehead.
He's wearing gray sweats, air forces, and a vintage pine green hoodie that looks thrifted. Aw, greens my favorite color.
He looks at me for a split second. Am I staring too hard? Everyone else is staring at him though. So I keep staring.
He's in trouble for using his phone. Imagine sitting at the back of the class and still getting caught, I think to myself. He apologizes to Ms. Carmichael and I quickly turn back around.
A couple minutes later, there's a prompt that we have to do shown on the board. I grab my English notebook and mechanical pencil and jot the most half-assed work down.
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The bell rings and I start to pack up. Everyone's rushing to leave but I'm too tired to rush. Last night I accidentally slept late, and this morning I skipped breakfast because I woke up too late. Skipping breakfast is something that rarely ever happens, which is starting to contribute to my exhaustion right about now.
Usually mom makes breakfast every morning for both me and Kiara, my little sister. But she wasn't home today or last night. She's doing some "business trip" in Vegas for a week. In reality, it's more like a getaway vacation with her co-workers, but no matter how much I tell her that she still denies it. So I'm stuck babysitting a fourth grader.
Suddenly, a friend who I only just met this year approaches the front of my desk with a warm smile. "Autumn!"
"Eve!" I smile.
"What's your next class?"
"Psychology, how bout' you?"
She smirks, "With Mr. Kevin or Mr. Harper?"
"Kevin..." I pause and give her a confused look. "Why?"
"Mr. Kevin is so hot."
I let out a slight giggle, "Girl huh?"
"Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything." She then looks up at someone behind me and doesn't look away.
I curiously turn around to see the same boy who got caught with his phone rushing out the classroom.
"What's that boy's name again?" Eve asks.
I face her again. "Uh, I'm not sure. I don't talk to much people."
"Oh. He was just looking at me." She thinks for a second. "Wait, I think we follow each other on Instagram. I'm gonna have to go search him up." She begins to walk away, and then walks back to me. "Oops, sorry, forgot to say bye. I'll see you around, okay?"
I just nod and watch her walk away, pulling out her phone probably to go find him on Instagram.
Does he like her?
