Ch. 3 Running late

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I turn my head back into my locker "Did that happen" I say as if we weren't classmates since kindergarten. My face raises in temperature as I dwell on the minor interaction. Then my my
Mind goes to the project we did in the seventh grade. She was so pretty I just was stubborn at the time to realize anything deeper.I turn back to get a second glimpse "She's gone" I whisper. "What's up Oakland" Kaylee teased as she saw the whole situation. "Nothing.."
I turn around and head to history with my mind cluttered.

"Oakland" I never thought in my name would make my ears bleed until now "Yes Mr. Smith?" an almost pathetic excuse for a response came out of my mouth "Mrs. Clark told me that you missed math today and yesterday" his words made me wonder why I didn't ditch completely why did he care I showed up to his class class "..why are you being such a dick rider?.." I mumbled under my breath. "Would you like to repeat that Missy?" I stayed quiet, ignoring the part of me that wanted to snap back. "No? That's what a thought detention Saturday miss it, and you get double." Now I wanted to say something, but I knew I couldn't because the Saturday after that I had the concert so I kept quiet I walked to my seat in the back. I could feel heads turning, watching my every move. I plug in my headphones and shuffle through Spotify.

Kiss it better
Rihanna
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"What's that smell" I look around. I'm in a park, the scent of sunflowers I can't help but notice... whatever this is pleasant "Hon are you okay" It's Elena "Oh yea just the pollen" I get a glimpse at her plum lips her silky black hair she's more beautiful than ever there's lots of things to question but at that moment she had my eyes and my heart but not my ears her words went in and out taking in all familiar voices but her own

" Oakland, Oakland"
"OAKLAND"
"OH SHIT"
I wake up to drooling and completely out of it "No sleeping in class and take off your headphones for Christ sake"

" Yes Mr. Smith"

For the fourth time this week, I caught myself daydreaming about

Her

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