"Shine so bright that it burns their eyes."
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Luna Hopper, a 17 year old sophomore at Hawkins High, wants nothing more than to finish high school and move away from the small town she's forced to call home. Her cold demeanor and standoffish nature h...
Once again, I find myself on the verge of falling asleep in a classroom, only today, I'm in first hour chemistry with Mrs. Howard. I honestly don't mind Mrs. Howard. Unlike Mrs. Click, she's actually funny and she makes the class interesting. If this wasn't only other class I have with Steve, I probably would actually enjoy it.
To my surprise, Steve actually shows up before the bell, walking in with a crowd of other students. He makes eye contact with me and I immediately avert my eyes, still embarrassed from last night.
No, wait. Why should I be embarrassed? I shouldn't care what Steve thinks of me.
Yeah, I don't care! In fact, I could give a rats ass.
I don't get to let my thoughts wander too long before I see a figure stop on the right side of my vision. Looking up, I see Steve standing with his books in one hand and his breakfast in the other.
"Do you need something?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
"No, I come baring a gift," he smiles, setting a bagel with bacon, eggs, and cheese on my desk with a napkin underneath it. "Take it as a second 'I'm sorry I was an asshole yesterday' apology gift."
After giving him a weird look, I slowly slide the napkin closer to me. "Thanks... I guess."
"No problem. Oh, I also brought..." Steve reaches into his back pocket and holds up a packet of salt and a packet of ketchup. "Tada! I didn't know how you like bagels, or if you like bagels at all, but yeah."
I accept the two packets and smile tightly at the boy, feeling awkward on how to accept the nice gesture.
"I really am sorry, and not just for what I said," Steve continues, gesturing with his hands nervously. "I shouldn't have come over last night. You were right, it was creepy and uncalled for, and I should've listened when you said not to come over-"
"Steve," I cut him off. "I forgive you, okay? Now, stop with the sorry's. It's giving me a headache."
Steve smiles apologetically. "Sorry," he says. I raise my eyebrows causing him to sigh. "Word vomit," he mutters.
