Threads of gold

Chapter Two

Chapter two

Oh my god. No. No. No. On my first day!?
Attractive. An attractive boy. A boy. A male. Locker Number 12. No. I can't be having these type of feelings for a male. I can't be having romantic thoughts about anybody, anyway. What if my family suspects anything? Not that they have a mind reading power or anything but still. I'm not the best liar.
Thank goodness I'm smart enough to diagnose romantic attraction through my reading. If i did not know what attraction was i would have probably been wondering what was that all about, since, I've never felt attraction before.

He's tall. The boy. He's tall and has shiny hair that fall perfect on his head, like dominos, quoting Taylor Swift. How could he look so perfect? He's straight out of a novel. Atlas Corrigan? No,
Augustus Waters. Whatever, you get me. A dreamy guy. They told me public high schools are supposed to be barbaric and resume a weird type of people. As far as i've seen, totally normal people and one, gorgeous, angel. I sound insane commenting about him like this, in my head. I should really stop and just focus on the important. Going to be hard since he shares a locker aisle with me, but we'll make it work. I mean, I'll make it work.

Math class's been great. Equations, delta and square roots. Not too hard to handle. I check my phone. 10:30 AM. I feel my stomach growling right when I notice there is a pizza booth right in the corner of the parking school, I can tell it works for the school since the owner has the schedule on a two-legged chalk board on the street. I decide to get a "Caramel Chocolate Mello"? They make sweet pizza? Now this is one hell of a school. Why not give it a try though?
As I get ready to pay the guy, I feel a tap on my back.

"Hey Hijabi! Let me take care of that!" A popular-looking barbie dressed in 10 inch heels offers.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I respond out of confusion.
"Hi. I'm Amy. Amy Johnson ." She introduces herself.
"Hello Amy Johnson, It's nice to meet you, but I wouldn't let you pay for my piece of pizza, that'd be impolite." I claim.
"Oh no no, please! That'd make me really happy"
She insists. I let her because she seemed forceful.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name Hijabi?" She asks.
"Laila Williams. And If you're wondering why I have a white last name. Yes. I do have a white dad." I spare her the effort. She laughs and gives me an ironic look. "I wasn't going to ask you about that weirdo, It's not like I care anyway. I'm here to ask a favor. And it is more like a obligatory kind of favor." She says with a serious and angered face. Get that in my top list of things that confused the hell out of me today.