Unspoken Unbroken

Shopping

i sit down and just look at my lap. then i suddenly notice that my nail has broken of.

god this is really my worst day ever, i'm lying it's actually not that bad.

i mean i won in kaine and i's  race today. the look upon his face was so worth it.

at the thought of kaine i look up and expect to find kaine right infront of me having no knowledge of fashion.

but he's not infront of me.

so i look around and still not be able to find kaine. 

i'm really bored right now, this actually makes me miss my phone. 

its funny how this feeling makes me think about when i was in high school. 

i vividly remember that i was in the 3rd grade, and after the fall vacation my school decide to ban phones. 

at first i kind of missed my phone in the break, and my school allowed you to be on your phone outside of the building.

so what did we do, we went outside in the second break to be on our phone. i mean it was important because i had to show them old screenshots i found if my ex- best friend. 

we were like the best friends for i think 5 months or even longer, then he just wouldnt speak to me at school, but he would call me when i was at home. '

i confronted him about it, and he just simply said 'yeah we were never really best friends, yeah i kept it to myself because i found it sad to tell you', so he basically had pity for me. 

after that i just blocked him on everything and didn't speak to him for the rest of the year, and the year after it and for another year. 

then when i thought he was at least a bit nice, he totally snitched on me.

he told his best friend that i said something.

yeah i did say it, but it isn't the point right. he just can't tattle on me like that.

so then i went back to hating him.

i pull my sleeve op to look at the time, oh wait kaine fucking stole my watch.

i'm going to make him pay for it, but not in a revenge way. like literally pay for a new one.

i do want a cute one, and no not one of those pastel pink children watch whit sticker on it, those watches would either last a century or it break whit in a week. 

i decide to look for a clock on the wall.

surprisingly it turns out that this story doesnt own clocks.

i then look around for someone whit a watch, most wear long coathes that cover their wrist.

exept the store cashier, he wears a tshirt whit the brand on the store.

i make my way over to him.

He looks at me and immediately corrects his posture, he's kinda short. 

i mean for his age, i guess he's about in the 20's.

there is nothing whit being wrong, but seeing that he corrected his posture would either mean that he has interest in me or he just doesn't want to look like a high schooler who wears a bag way to big, and way to heavy. like do they but bricks in their or something.

"hi, what can i do for you" he asks in a bright tone.

"i was wondering if you knew the time" i ask whit a big smile.

The guy looks down at his watch and really takes his time. 

"yeah, do you want it. i can surely give you another number" he says.