ANGIE
✧ ✦ ✧
Uneasy.
That's the only word to describe the way I felt standing at my locker.
It wasn't caused by the stench of fatigue that permeated the room. Nor was it triggered by the sound of my classmates fitting in last-minute study sessions as they paced the halls.
I should've been doing the same, considering I had my geography final in a half hour and I'd spent the weekend doing everything but studying.
Primarily thinking, and thinking some more. And fabricating and hypothesizing. About what, one might ask. Why, about the boy walking up to me with purposeful strides, of course.
"Why didn't you wait for me this morning?" He asked and I immediately got to work deciphering his tone, trying to determine his current mood.
"Good morning, Oliver," I swallowed. My words had so much more strength in my head.
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
Agitation?
No.
Desperation?
There goes the fabricating again.
"I uh-," I cleared my throat, stacking and unstacking the books in my locker. "I have an exam this morning and I wanted to study a bit beforehand. So Kiko gave me a ride. It's fine, I'm fine."
"I know you have a test Angie," his tone softened considerably as he pushed in my locker door and drew closer. A simple whiff of him and I was putty in his hands. He didn't even know—that was the saddest part. "If you wanted to study, you could've just called me this weekend."
He considers his next words, his eyes piercing into my temple as I refused to meet his gaze.
"Why didn't you-" He huffs.
"You should've-" Another annoyed exhale as he battles his tongue.
"Do you still want me to be your tutor?"
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