𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ~ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

6. After Classes

"How did your test go?"

You turn to the side, easily startled by the sudden sound of a voice, and move the door of your locker out of the way to see none other than Kristy, your best friend. You offer her a smile before answering her question.

"Good." You tell her, "How did it go for you?"

She answers you, and you continue putting your stuff away in your locker. You nod and hum at the things that she asks you about. They're simple answers, but most of her questions are just her way of figuring out if she wrote the same things as you - or, in other words, to see if she wrote the right things.

You look at her as you finally get done emptying your bag, and close your locker. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you move a bit on your feet, waiting for her to begin to lean away from the metal boxes and walk out with you.

"Do you have any classes after lunch?" She asks you, already done talking about the test.

"Physics, but Mrs. Anne sent an email saying she's sick." You tell her, holding back the excitement in your voice.

"You're so lucky." She whines while rolling her eyes.

You giggle at her and wrap your arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to you.

You and Kristy are definitely the closest of your friend group. You only met her about a year ago, but, still, the two of you hit off a great friendship right from the start. The other girls are nice, but never as nice as Kristy. They're all super different from you, yet Kristy is the only one that makes an effort to include you in their plans.

For example, she makes sure that at every party you're taken to, there's always no drama or possible problems. Usually, those ones are ones with more tourists and, surprisingly, Pogues. They never take you to Kook parties because they know that they are far from being your crowd. So, Kristy is the one always trying to make sure she knows what parties are less problematic. She always makes you your fruity drinks when you're there, always stays close to you, and constantly asks if you're okay. The other girls might do it, but not as much as she does.

"Want to go out to eat?" She asks you as you pass through the school doors. Her brown highlighted hair moves gracefully with the soft wind, and your heart sinks a little at her words.

You look at her, ignoring the way your heart pains by the way she seems to look forward to your usual confirmation of plans.

"I already planned to have lunch with my parents today." You lie. "I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's okay. That's fine." She shrugs under your arm, "How about tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'd love that." You say with a smile.

The two of you walk down the stairs of the school and begin to make your way toward Kristy's car. The other girls are already by it, some of them even leaning on its side. As soon as they notice you two, they stop talking and offer you a wave as you still stand in the distance.

Once close enough, you exchange greetings, and the question floats in the air once more.

"How was your test?" One of them asks.

(...)

You wave back at them as you take slow steps towards your front door, and excitement grows inside of you as you get closer and closer to your porch. Once you turn to face the door and unlock it, you hear the car turn back on. And right as you step inside the house, it finally drives off.

You drop everything by the door and close everything back up, taking your shoes off before happily fast walking through your refreshing home all the way over to your bedroom. You jump up the stairs, still trying to hold in your smile and trying not to slide too much on the wooden floors. It wouldn't be cute of you to fall right on your ass.