Gloria -
As Viola found herself engrossed in Andrew, I casually cooed in her ear, "Already whipped for him? Is that the wall guy? With a sly grin, I awaited Viola's response, ready for the playful banter that often accompanied such questions.
I took a seat next to her, shooting a friendly smile at Phoebe. "Hope you don't mind," I whispered, and she returned the smile "no... never Gloria". But as I glanced at Viola, her reaction was unexpected – a mix of surprise and disbelief, as if she had just seen a ghost.
I leaned in and whispered in Viola's ear, "Is it love at first sight, girl?" She quickly said no, almost stammering.
X
During recess, we found ourselves alone, and I couldn't help but bring up the events of the day. "So, spill! How's your first day going?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Viola chuckled, "A bit wild, honestly. The whole Andrew thing caught me off guard."
"So you finally agree to it" I replied, and Viola nodded in agreement.
As we talked, Viola's eyes unintentionally fell on Andrew again. I couldn't resist teasing her, "Looks like someone's got their eyes on Mr. Mysterious!"
She hesitated, then asked me, "Do you know him?"
A sudden sense of déjà vu washed over me, and I paused before responding,
"Ah, Andrew," I responded, leaning in conspiratorially. "He's Dean's best friend, and they're still thick as thieves. Funny thing, I used to despise the guy when I first laid eyes on him. Thought he had this brooding, underground gang leader vibe with that icy demeanor. Turns out, he's the second in command, and Dean's the big shot."
Viola raised an intrigued eyebrow, urging me to spill more details. "You hated him at first?" she prodded.
"Absolutely," I confessed, a small smirk playing on my lips. "I made it my mission to annoy him at every turn. But you know what? He's actually a good guy, cold exterior but surprisingly kind when you get to know him."
I chuckled, reminiscing about my initial impression of Andrew. "Oh, Andrew? Yeah, when I first laid eyes on him, I was convinced he was the leader of some underground gang. Tall, cold, with the exact expression of a rowdy gang leader, you know?"
Viola leaned in, captivated by the unfolding tale. "Seriously? He gives off that vibe tho ."
"Totally," I continued, painting the mental picture. "I could practically imagine him leading a pack of rebels, calling the shots with that intense gaze. Little did I know, he's actually the second-in-command, with Dean taking the top spot."
As I shared my initial impressions of Andrew, my mind couldn't help but drift to memories of Dean. I paused, a reminiscent smile forming. "The funny part is, I never would've guessed it would be Dean. He's shorter than the other guys, always cheerful. He never hesitated to strike up a conversation with anyone, even the geeks like me. Dean saw everyone as equals."
Viola's eyes widened with curiosity, eagerly awaiting more tales. However, instead of delving into further details about Andrew, I found myself unintentionally unraveling memories of Dean, getting lost in the warmth of nostalgia and the unexpected moments we shared, including the lingering memory of an unexpected kiss that seemed to color my thoughts ; yet the details remained tucked away in the recesses of my memories.
With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I playfully teased Viola about her eagerness to know more about Andrew. "Oh, someone's curious about Andrew huh?"
She rolled her eyes, a subtle blush gracing her cheeks. "Just curious. That's all."
Our banter was interrupted by the abrupt ring of the bell, signaling the end of our conversation.
x
As I settled into my seat in the classroom, my mind couldn't shake the thoughts of Dean. Succumbing to the curiosity that tugged at me, I turned to take a peek. Dean was there, three rows behind Andrew, seemingly lost in his own world.
Caught in the act of staring, I must have lingered a bit too long, as Dean suddenly turned around. Our eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to pause. The connection was subtle, a secret dance between us. It was casual, but beneath the surface, there lingered a tension that spoke of shared history and unspoken feelings.
Just as the atmosphere held the promise of something more, an interruption shattered the delicate moment. Someone casually moved between us, calling for Dean. He sighed, his eyes reluctantly leaving mine before he turned to greet the person with his signature smile. The chance for a romantic connection dissipated into the ordinary chaos of the classroom.
x
Mr. Alistair strolled into the classroom with an easygoing vibe, greeting us like we were all pals catching up after the weekend. "Hey, everyone! Survived the morning sessions of the world of education? Anyone have any thrilling tales to share?" he tossed out with a grin, leaning casually against his desk.
The class erupted in a mix of groans, laughter, and a few exaggerated stories about unexpected encounters on the way to school. Mr. Alistair chuckled, the kind of laughter that made him seem more like an older sibling than a teacher.
Mr. Alistair listened intently, offering nods of approval and the occasional witty remark.
"Sounds like you guys know how to make the most of your free time," he remarked, his smile infectious. "But now, let's shift gears and dive into our lesson for today. Any burning questions or topics you're dying to explore?"
So, there we were, stuck in another round of Social Studies with Mr. Alistair, who somehow managed to make ancient civilizations sound like the coolest thing ever. As the class buzzed with random facts and Mr. Alistair's laid-back charm, my mind wandered off to the friend-web I'd found myself in – Dean, Viola, Andrew, and me.
Dean, the guy who could make me feel weird things and was always there, tugging at my attention. On the flip side, there was Ray, mysterious and intriguing, like the plot of a Netflix series I couldn't stop binge-watching.
Viola, my partner in crime, seemed to have her own set of mysteries, especially when it came to Andrew. What was it about the guy that had her so fucking intrigued? I couldn't help but wonder.
And then, just as my thoughts were getting tangled, the damn bell rang, putting an end to our Social Studies saga. As we gathered our shit, the whole friend drama hung in the air, like one of those season finales that leaves you screaming at your TV.
Little did we know, the high school soap opera was just getting started. The hallways echoed with the usual chaos of students, each step taking us closer to the next fucking episode of this drama-filled journey. The stage was set for the unfolding madness, leaving us all on the edge, wondering what the heck was going to happen next.
Friends turn to lovers,
Enemies find a new dance,
Two hearts in romance?
To be continued
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