Threads of gold

Chapter Three

Goodness, what does she want?
" I'm going to be very precise with you, Laila. I know you find boy Locker 12 cute. I could tell by how low your jaw dropped earlier. But just so you know, Henry is my ex-boyfriend and I have glass-clear intentions of getting back with him. Extremely soon. So hands off. Or else, I'll let you hear it from the other chicks who been through it."
I am screwed to death. Was I that obvious? I feel so red faced right now, I hope it's not noticeable.
"Amy I have no idea what you're talking about nor any back plan to steal your boyfriend or whatever he is to you. I'm here because I don't have a choice. Now if you'd like, I'll go try this not so appealing sweet pizza that you bought me."
I didn't think of myself capable to react of the sort but I think it did the job.
"Good. I don't think he would be interested in you anyway." She yells as I fade away inside the schools buildings.

I walked into the building to find a staircase to sit down and eat in peace. On my way to it, I notice Henry coming my way. What? Henry? My way? It can't be.
« Hello.» He salutes me with a smile.
« Hi. » I drop the pizza. My Lord, I dropped the pizza. « I'm sorry I'm such an idiot let me fix that » I apologize.
« No i got it! » He says while bending over to clean up the mess. « Oh thank you, didn't have to. » I try to be polite. I stare at him uncontrollably for the next thirty seconds. It was awkward and i had just realized it.
« Hey i saw Amy speaking to you five minutes ago and since i know you're my locker neighbor, i put two and two together and figured out what'd she tell you. I wanted to ask if you're okay. »
I blink twice in awe. « Yes I'm okay thank you, but your girlfriend is quite unlikeable » I state ironically. « I don't have a girlfriend and I never have, she loves going around telling people crazy stuff because we kissed once, at a party. Not that any of this interests you but it was for my defense. » He laughs. « Oh, I understand don't worry. » I reassure him. « I'm sorry for what happened, I'll see you later...? »
« Laila, Laila Williams » I introduce myself to him and it felt like an avalanche has come down my back. « Okay, Laila, I'm Henry and i'll see you later. »
Was this the most magical moment i have felt since i got here? or ever? I need to stop being so hysterical about a person, especially a boy.

Once i get home, I try not to write about Henry on my diary. You might be thinking : « Another cliché of a teenage girl having a diary which she writes about boys on? »
Yes, you're right, but I promise you i'm trying my hardest not to write about Henry. And i don't. I get ready for bed and dive into my dreams, which he uncontrollably appears into.