I blink slowly as I finish my lunch, tired from the past few days. I didn't realise how much Friday took out of me, but it feels like I'd need to sleep for about a week to recover.
Plus, with all this new information, my minds been running in overdrive.
"You alright?" Emma asks, pausing her conversation with Yas, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I nod, "Yeah, just tired." I respond, mustering up a reassuring smile.
She nods, continuing her conversation before it gets interrupted, this time by someone else.
"Preston." Emma greets coldly.
"Hey, gorgeous." He winks at her, she rolls her eyes.
We all look up at the group of guys standing at the end of our table, waiting for them to speak.
"Can we help you with something?" Yasmine asks.
Preston smirks, leaning his hands on our table, "Party this Saturday. You're all invited." He says, glancing at me.
"Theme?" Yas asks, like she's done this a million times.
"Red and white, for Christmas."
"It's barely December." Emma mutters, taking a sip of her water.
"It's an early Christmas party, Emma." Preston says, teasingly. She rolls her eyes again.
"Fine," They both look at me, "Sof?"
I don't initially react, still not used to my new name. And with my lack of sleep, my brain feels foggy.
"Uh... sure. Sounds like fun."
"Great," Preston says, looking back at him guys as he pushes off the table. "See you there." He looks back at us, smirking at me as he walks away.
"That was so fucking weird." Yas says, "He hasn't thrown a party since the seventh grade."
"Really? He seems like the type to do it often." I question.
"You'd be surprised," Emma says, standing, "He acts all cool, but he's really just a kid."
The bell rings, and we all pick up our stuff, separately in the hallway and heading to our lockers.
The last 2 periods feel like they went for about 4 hours, and I swear I fell asleep half way through.
I need proper sleep.
The final bell rings, and I grab my bag and coat quickly, wrapping my scarf around my neck and tying my coat up.
It's only a week into December, but it's freezing cold.
I close my locker, jumping as I see a person standing behind it.
"Oh my god, you scared me." I state, putting a hand on my heart as I feel my hands shake.
It's Ryder. He's leaning against the wall next to my locker, his arms crossed.
He laughs, "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." I say, putting my hands in my pockets as I feel them tremble. "You?"
The lack of sleep, the new information, what happened in the club. None of it has left my mind, and it's making me jump at every sound.
Someone dropped their drink bottle in class; I had to go to the bathroom to calm myself down.
"Yeah I'm alright, you going to Pres' on Saturday?" He asks, looking me up and down.
I tilt my head to the side, unsure of him unashamedly checking me out. "Yeah I think so, are you?"
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Odessa
Romance{ dark romance } { check warnings } When Layla finally gets her opportunity to run away from her parents, she runs to New York. Her goal is to blend in, but within the first 48 hours of being in the city, that proves impossible. Her secrets follow...
