"May I kiss your forehead, Crimson?" She doesn't recoil or say a word, so I press my lips gently against her forehead. It's a tender and fleeting moment, but it fills me with a warmth that I can't explain.
"Just because a relationship has an expirat...
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CRIMSON DONOVAN
"CUT!!"
The sudden shout startles me, causing me to jump and stumble backwards until my back meets the solid door behind me. The curtains are suddenly drawn open and the sun lightens the room immediately. It makes my eyes squint before widening in perplexity as students start to appear out of thin air. One boy held a camera and a girl held a sound mic while the others ran around the room to open the windows and arrange the disorganized desks and chairs.
There were other people? How? Where? How come I didn't notice?
Chakaman(Wait.) What is happening?
Were-were they filming a porno?
I need water. I need holy water too. I need to get out. My innocence is tainted and lost like my ability to think straight.
Oh well, at least they cut it off before they could get into the intimate bits.
"CUT! CUT!" the same voice from before shouts.
A boy stands up from his chair in the corner of the room which falls with a crash, stomps towards Drexel with his silver-bleached hair fraying about and points some rolled-up papers at his face. "YOU!" he seethes. "WHAT WAS THAT? WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO SNEEZE? IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT IN THE SCRIPT!" The papers fly into the air.
Drexel rolls his eyes and points an accusatory finger at Ayla, "It was her fault. Too much perfume." he scrunches up his nose.
"Couldn't you have held it in? You were supposed to say that she smelled like sunflowers!" the frustrated boy yells.
The whole class falls silent.
"Zeke," Drexel calmly tells him as if he was talking to a child, "I've told you this before. Sunflowers don't have a fragrance."
They don't?
"I feel offended," comments Ayla in a bored tone from the desk she is seated on.
"But...but Drex!" the boy, Zeke, whines while boring his blue-grey eyes into Drexel's exhausted-looking ones. "We need to–"
"The teacher will come anytime now Zeke," Drexel interrupts. "I'm already feeling tired, and we came early to film this. The others need to keep their energy until the break."
Zeke sighs but gives in. "Tomorrow then," he says. Drexel nods his head in agreement.
"You all seemed to have scarred the new girl's eyes," a new voice comments from beside me. I whip my head to the right to see a sandy brown-haired boy cheekily grinning at me, his hands in his pockets. I cannot for the life of mine, handle any more handsome boys randomly popping out of nowhere.
"Oh, you poor girl, don't mind the idiot," Ayla jumps from her desk when she notices me and stands in front of me with a smile, "Are you a new student? I'm Ayla, the idiot here is Archer," she says earning a mock-glare from the boy. She nods towards the other two, "This is Zeke and that's Drexel."
