We've started a game, unintentionally. It started when I threw an eraser at him because he was being annoying, and he threw it back at me. Now its a constant game of I don't even know what to call it. But it's fun, especially when class gets boring.
"Hey! That one hit my face!" I whisper yell at him.
"Sorry, you moved."
"Still, have better aim. You suck."
"Shut up." he says. And we co back to listening to Mrs. Malcolm's lecture.
P.E. days are the best days, meaning Tuesdays and Fridays. Coach Dixon doesn't mind if we sneak our phones, and he lets us do whatever we want. All of our favorite teachers could honestly get fired if we slipped up and told the truth about the things they let us do.
"Who are you texting?" Emily, my best friend asks me. Emily and I have had a rough relationships to say the least. We've known each other since the second grade, and we used to be at each other's throats constantly. We'd be making backhanded comments to each other because Cierra, one of our closest mutual friends, always had the both of us hanging out.
"Wait," she says as she looks over to Dylan also on his phone, "it's him isn't it?!" She exclaims. I shush her because she's a total drama queen and is screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Yes, now hush, you're being dramatic, he's just a friend." Of course, Emily thinks I like him, which I don't. She's constantly making eyes at me when we're talking in "our corner" as I call it.
"You guys are totally in love whether you'd like to admit it or not." she says, still on a rampage about the fact that we're texting each other while in the same room.
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The next Monday, I'm scrolling on the clock app when I see a tiktok about girls drawing on guys. It says that when a girl a guy likes draws on him, he leaves it on and doesn't wash it off. I send it to Emily.
I KNEW YOU LIKED HIM
yea, yea whatever, i couldnt keep it from you forever
you should do it, tomorrow, at pe
no, im not doing it
yknow what fine ill do it
OMGOMGOMG
its not that big of a deal Emily
yes it is hannah
After that I leave her on opened, it's not worth the argument.
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"C'mon Han, you can do it, just walk up to him and say, "Can I draw on you?" it's not that hard." Emily says trying to convince me out of chickening out.
"Alright fine, you go draw on someone then, and not Adam, he's different." I say, as if the thought of drawing on one of the guys in our class might even slightly affect her.
It doesn't as I knew it wouldn't and she walks over to Carter and draws something random on his wrist. "Your turn." she says, walking back over to me and handing me the pen.
Okay, if I draw on all of them it won't be obvious, right? I walk over to them in the gym and ask if I can draw on them, Julian holds out his wrist and I take it. I draw a moon and stars on the inside or his wrist, same thing I have on my thumb.
For some reason I've always had an obsession with drawing on myself, my dad says that I'll probably want tattoos, which I do. I want something on the inside of my wrist and on the back of my hand, maybe something on my ankle, I don't know for sure. I so know that I want to get a butterfly. I was six when my great grandma died, and it crushed me. I cried for weeks. She had practically raised me with my great grandpa while my mom was in school and my Nana and Tata were working. She taught me how to tie my shoes and I knew how to flip tortillas on the stove by the time I was five because of her.
The day she died, everyone was at her apartment, and then the funeral home came to take her away. My Nana and I were walking out and we stopped by the bush right outside her window. There was a yellow monarch sitting right at the edge. We walked over to it and it just sat there, it didn't fly away or move at all. It let us watch it there until we were ready to leave. It was only then that it flew away. Ever since then, we've seen yellow monarchs in the hardest times, and the happiest times.
She was there when I fell off my bike for the first time and my Tata carried me back to the house crying. She was there when my cousin, David, who everyone says is the cousin that took her seat at the table, graduated kindergarten. And she was there when I was crying in the backyard because I was at a point that I thought was my lowest of lows.
The other day, my friends and I found a dead yellow monarch, right under the tree by the picnic tables. I cried that night, because I thought that it might have meant that she left us. And that it was the last time I'd ever see her again. The next morning however, I was walking to start the car for my mom and a yellow monarch came right up to me and flew around my head a few times before flying away. She was reassuring me that she was still here and wasn't going away anytime soon.
"You okay?" Dylan asks, and I realize I kind of drifted off in the middle of drawing on his hand.
"Yea, I'm fine, I was just thinking." I reply, and go back to drawing the thunderstorm. It's my favorite thing to draw, a thunderstorm. I love the rain, it's chaotic peace, and I love that. The clouds are very dark yet the rain does so much good for our Earth, it's beautiful.
The sound of the rain along with the smell makes me feel the happiest I think I could ever be. For as long as I can remember, whenever my cousins and I heard rain we'd rush to ask if we could go out and play. It was so fun, but now that I'm the only cousin left living at my grandparent's house, I just sit out and watch it with a blanket and a book.
I finish up the drawing and look around for Emily's small figure with dark brunette hair. I've always loved the way she looks, effortlessly pretty I mean. She has brown eyes, and not like the "shit" colored everyone with brown eyes always complains about, but the milk chocolate kind any guy would be lucky to get lost in.
I find her sitting on the stage and walk over. "There, I did it," I say to her, "and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be."
"See I told you you were being dramatic." She says with a dramatized roll of her eyes.
"And that wasn't dramatic?!" I ask with my own eye roll, "I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom." I add. She nods and goes back to doing whatever it was she was doing before I walked over.
After I use the bathroom, I linger in the hall for a bit and sit on the bench to just sit by myself. I love having quiet time where I just get to be by myself. Sometimes with music and the sound of my keyboard the only things breaking the silence.
Music is right up there next to rain on my list of favorite things. I keep lists, like a lot of them. These range from what my favorite things are in general to to-do lists, I have a whole notebook full of them.
Coach yells that its time to go so we walk back to the school for pick-up and I don't see my moms car in the line. This isn't unusual, because I usually have to go to the after-school care until she gets off of work.
Hey, so yes I know I would say within the next week or so and its the next day but, I'm so in love with this story and the characters. I'm gonna start part four right after I post this, which I know I said I wasn't gonna do again but I've got nothing better to do.
Things got a little deep in this chapter, I promise you'll get more Dylan in the next chapter. You also will see more Dannah in the next chapter as well.
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