destined heartbreakers

chapter 4

her pov:
Almost a half-term of school and I still hadn't talked to him. Everytime I walked into that classroom his eyes would stare into my soul, as I quickly put my army around my heart. I would never be friends with him. I physically couldn't bring myself to. My friend started talking to me as I wrote down the notes on the board.
"How's the f1 season going then?"
Finally a question that made me feel happiness, a question that didn't test my will to live. Rambling on about cars and the fight between Mercedes and Red Bull, McLaren's glory in Monza with their 1-2, everything about it made me smile.

"You like f1 too?"

The question burst my bubble of happiness. No. No he couldn't. How did someone I despised with my whole being loved the same things as me? Yes I was used to having friends who were boys because I like typically masculine sports, but him? He's got to support  some team I hate, right? I asked the important question, to which he replied with the one answer I prayed he didn't say. So now I'm sat next to a boy with the biggest ego- someone I hated- and now we have things in common to talk about? I knew for a fact we'd be talking more often, wasting the time away in chemistry because he did all the work in the first 5 minutes and wanted to make it known to everyone. But I guess this was just the beginning. At least we wouldn't have the awkward staring as I walked into lessons now.

At break one of my friends asked why I looked confused. Starting a reply with "Well there's this guy.." never ends well- I should've known. I was so confused- he couldn't like me just because I like f1, surely? I was left with more questions unanswered as I carried on my day with the thought of him on my mind.

The bell rang-3pm. The corridors flooded with people, as we all mass congregated at the gates, ready to leave the captive prison. The inhumane amount of homework I had just sat down to do put me into a meditation mode. It was somewhere I could feel peace, somewhere I'd feel calm and a place of loneliness. It was a comforting feeling being all alone- no one bothering you, no one pestering you: it was you, a pen and a piece of paper. The muscles in my shoulders unclenched and my eyes briefly closed, feeling at last like I wasn't being rushed. However, a loud dreaded sound came billowing out of my phone. An Instagram logo appeared as I swiped my phone open.

It was him. He requested to follow me.

his pov:
Almost a half-term of school and I still hadn't talked to her. Everyday I waited and started at that door until she came into that classroom. I would never be friends with her. I physically couldn't bring myself to. My friend next to me started talking turned to talk to her as we all picked up our pens to write down the notes on the board.
"How's the f1 season going then?"
No way. She liked it too. Finally, something we could talk about, only took about 6 or 7 weeks. I smiled softly seeing her face light up at the mention of racing, and I've never seen that before- how much a sport impacts someone's hard cold exterior. I had to make sure I was comprehending with what was happened, and asked the question.

"You like f1 too?"

The question made her face fall hard and fast. To have someone like her to like a sport none of my friends watch made my smile hurt my face.  She asked the important question, to which he replied with the one answer I prayed he didn't say. So now I'm sat next to a boy with the biggest ego- someone I hated- and now we have things in common to talk about? I knew for a fact we'd be talking more often, wasting the time away in chemistry because he did all the work in the first 5 minutes and wanted to make it known to everyone. But I guess this was just the beginning. At least we wouldn't have the awkward staring as I walked into lessons now.

At break one of my friends asked why I looked confused. Starting a reply with "Well there's this girl.." never ends well- I should've known. I was so confused- she couldn't like me just because I like f1, surely? I was left with more questions unanswered as I carried on my day with the thought of her on my mind.

The bell rang-3pm. The corridors flooded with people, as we all mass congregated at the gates, ready to leave the captive prison. The inhumane amount of homework sat still on my desk, but I had smth to do first. I swiped my phone open to Instagram, and after rummaging through friends-of-friends profiles  , I found what I was looking for.

It was her. I found her, and without hesitation I clicked the follow button.