Phobos

No. 7

A/n: now this is my baby oml :((
Also the song is Trouble from Never shout Never and BOY DUD THIS SONG HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD PLZ. Anyway thinking of making this into an actual story hmmm who knows :p

I walked down the crowded hallways, packed with students all shapes and sizes.
   It was like being a sardine in a can,
"excuse me"
"Sorry"
"Oops!" People were moving me from side to side, bumping into people I didn't know and people I regretted knowing.
"Watch it freak" I was pushed backwards, and I grunted passing by people. Everything went black for a moment after hitting something hard, I stumbled back holding my head.
"Ugh" I groaned and blinked getting my vision back to normal, my pale eyes trailed up to see a giant .....well a cute giant.
"You okay?" He asked kneeling down to my height, dang was I that small?. He chuckled
"you're not that short" he answered, I felt my cheeks heat up well one; he was hot and second; I said that aloud an he thinks I'm not short! pfft.
"I-uh I'm fine" I yelped a little hearing my voice crack, "I mean yeah I'm fine" i smiled a little, he raised an eyebrow at me and started to laugh
"you're funny, and weird but in a good way, I'm Chris and you are?" He tilted his head.
"Leia"
"Nice name, well leia nice to meet you" he smiled a crooked smile which almost got my knees weak. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and took a pen from his pocket, he wrote a number on my arm.
"My number, we should get to know each other" he nodded, I study his face and sigh. Seeing he was only being friendly and wasn't flirting at all,
"o-okay" I forced a smile, he chuckled once more before standing back up and started to walk away.

  I had a little fan girl moment in th inside but I stopped. Wait! I bumped into a guy, who was very cute...he asked for my name, he complimented me on my name and gave me his number...wait reality check. it must of been a Joke right? No cute guy would do that to me, that wasn't real right? Right?! I pinched myself and yelped
"yup wasn't a dream and it was totally real" I mumbled and passed more people.

   I stopped at a flier which was talking about the talent show this week, my music teacher wanted me to perform but I politely declined. "Hm" I sighed and took a flier, skimming my hand over it.
Maybe I should perform, I looked at a nearby clock and saw it was free time. Smiling I ran down the hall towards the music room,
"Ms.Lee! Ms.lee!" I yelled rushing into the music room and into her office.
"What what!" She yelped almost dropping her papers,
"d-do you think you can sign me up for the talent show" I quietly asked, her eyes lit up and before I took a breath she pulled me into a tight huge. I felt my face go purple
"can't—breath!" I exclaimed, she started to laugh and finally let go.
"Oops sorry," she smiled which I gratefully returned, "now go go,  practice a song!" She screamed in excitement pushing me outta her office and closed the door before I could blink. I sighed and walked around, sliding my fingers over the different instruments. Finally finding one, i picked up a ukulele. I sat near the window and tuned it, playing each note until I was satisfied with the sound.
I started to play this slow beat,
"I'm.in.trouble,
I'm an addict. I'm addicted to this boy,
he's got my heart tied in a knot and my stomach in a whirl but even worse I can't stop calling him.
He's all I want and more but damn what's not to adore.
I've been playing too much guitar, I'm been listening to jazz.
  called so many times,
I swear he going mad and that cellular-er will be the death of us, I swear,
I swear.
Oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-ohh ooh I'm running my mouth just like I got him, but I surely don't. Because he so uh-oh uh-oh uh-ohhh rock n roll and outta my league. Is he outta my league? Let's hope not" I sang tapping my finger onto the bottom part of the ukulele making a beat. "I'm in trouble, I'm so cliche see that word just wears me out, it make me feel just like another girl, to laugh and joke about. But even worse I can't stop calling him, I love to hear that voice. But honestly...I'm left with no choice.

I've been playing too much guitar, I'm been listening to jazz. I called so many times, I swear he's going mad and that cellular-er...
Will be the death of us, I swear. I swear.
And oh uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh ooooo. I'm running my mouth just like I got him, but I surely don't. Because he's so uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh Rock n roll and outta my league. Is he outta my league? Let's hope not, because he so uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooo" I was startled to hear someone clapping, I then almost fell outta my seat to see chris. "That was awesome" he grinned,

"uh uh, how...how long were you standing there?" I pursued my lips, feeling sweat trail down my neck. "When you started to sing" he shrugged, "you have an awesome voice, are you performing for the talent show this week?"
I nodded slowly