discovered [m.c]

09

[scarlett]

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The following week couldn't have started worse. I woke up with the worst headache I've had in a while. I barely got any sleep because of it, and I could seriously barely function without getting dizzy and wanting to lay down.

I forced myself to get dressed and eat, but of course something else had to happen. While I was eating breakfast, I spilt orange juice all over the front of white t-shirt. I groaned and went back upstairs to change into another t shirt.

My attire that day consisted of a simple pair of skinny jeans, another white shirt that didn't have orange juice spilt over it, and a pair of comfortable shoes which were the only ones that I felt like wearing.

And of course the drive to school wasn't a walk in the park either. Having to drive an 8 year old boy, who unfortunately is extremely hyper in morning, to school isnt a very fun task. Especially when you have a migraine.

After I dropped him off, I drove the horrible drive to hell. Once I arrived, I realized that the normal rush of teenagers at the front of the school wasn't there. I was able to pick out Luke in the small crowd though.

I gathered all of my energy and got out of my vehicle. I slumped my bag over my shoulder and walked over to him. According to the look on his face, the way I felt must have reflected on the outside. I probably look terrible, I didn't bother to do my makeup, and I just threw my hair up in a ponytail.

"Oh my god are you okay?" He asked.

"Oh just peachy," i said. As if I'm not sarcastic enough, when I don't feel well, I'm even worse.

"Sorry. But no not really, this morning hasn't been the best," I say.

"I'm sorry. You want a hug?" He asks.

I really didn't feel like being touched at the moment, but I never miss an opportunity to get a hug from him. His large frame encloses me and it always makes me feel safe and protected. And, he always smells really good too, so that's a bonus.

We walk into school together, him guiding me through the hallway. As were walking, I feel his hand reach down to grab mine. It feels weird, and different, but at the same time, it feels right.

He smiles down at me, and I can immediately feel myself blushing. By the time we reach the classroom, I'm still smiling. This is all something new to me.

Once were in the room, one of the only people in there is none other than Michael. He looks at our joined hands, and by the look he gives us, it must make him uncomfortable. Luke and I break apart, and go to our seats.

The silence between us three for the next 10 minutes, is almost torture. The only other sounds besides the other students, is the constant clicking of Michaels pen.

After what seems like forever, class finally starts.

Since some people are still working on that project he gave everyone except Luke and I, I read while everyone works on it.

About halfway through class, I notice how intense Michael is getting with the writing. I can already see he at least has 4 pages done already. It makes my mind wonder what the hell he's writing about.

Finally, the bell rings. I exit the class and walk to my locker. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn around to face Luke.

"Hey, um after school, I need to ask you a question, so I'll meet you by your car? If that's okay?" He asks.

"Um, yeah sure," I saw with a puzzled look on my face. I wonder what could be so important that he had to ask, and he has to wait until after school.