𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐂.𝐋

𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

the first football game i went to seemed like the worst thing i could've gone to, but thinking of it more, today i've decided going to more wouldn't hurt.

did i enjoy football? sure, sometimes. was it because of that? no.

i figured whoever took my spot of taking pictures would be able to get ahold of my old camera ollie used to use, and it seemed like it was only right if i tried to get it.

school came easier as the month went on. by the first week i was waking up on time, giving myself enough time to fully get ready, and eat breakfast.

everything seemed a lot less important to me as i focused more on oliver, and i liked it that way.

classes were still terrible, classmates were still terrible but at the end of it i found some sort of different outlook which was weird. none of it mattered that much, that was all.

so the many times charles lennon decided it'd be funny to mess with me, it didn't matter. not as much as it used to.

for being as well known as he seems, he is definitely alone a lot. i'm sure he has no friends for a good reason though. i'm also sure i know the reason.

when the bell rang in the last period today, i faintly smiled to myself in relief before grabbing ahold of all of my brother's books i brought along with me to school, and i held them firmly to my chest as a way to secure them before i got up.

the thing about rows of desks in a classroom as small as ms. hughes' was that there was little to no space in between desks. so when i got up slowly, fixing my skirt that barely reached my calfs with one hand, the harsh accidental push from behind caused everything in my hand to fall out.

charles turned back, holding onto all of his equipment as he did so, he looked from the books to me, seeming relieved that he made me drop everything, and not any other girl.

with that he turned quickly, still rushing out to the locker rooms i'm sure, and i sighed before leaning down to grab my books.

i shut my mouth, taking the books from a boy who decided to help, and i reminded myself that none of what just happened mattered, let alone charles.

my goal was only to retrieve my old camera and retrieve the pictures i hadn't seen before turning it in. i prayed school cameras kept them, and i prayed no one's touched mine since i left it.

my walk to the photography room was swift, and i enjoyed the way my skirt flowed as i quickly walked over, opening the door open timidly and peaking my head in.

there were two people in the room. one being mr. green, and the other being the girl who was with charles the other night.

she and i made eye contact for a quick second when she glanced up from her developed photos, and i watched her for a minute until i watched her eyebrows furrow, clearly a little weirded out.

"harley-" mr. green spoke in some sort of tone, like he was surprised. and so was i. to be in here again so soon into the school year seemed a little wrong at first. "welcome back - are you signing up again?" he spoke carefully, but frantically at the same time.

his hands moved around the many papers on his desk, standing up now.

i held my hand out to shake his politely, and he took it as i glanced around before answering. to join back wouldn't be that bad, especially considering there weren't many people this year.