Our Secret little Rendezvous

Tortured Poets

📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20
———————— Chapter 39

Being Penelope's was all I actually ever wanted.

Being Antoinette's is something she knows I don't want to be, but she still holds out hope to be mine.

I've told her many times that I don't see her romantically or sexually, only platonically. And it's starting to get to the point of me wanting to cut her off, just to not have her holding out hope for me.

She's a lovely girl and any guy would be lucky to have her, but she's not for me. I might have someone she might like though, but that currently isn't my top priority.

My top priorities right now are school, and finding a way to talk to Penelope. I don't know what I'll say to her, but I just need to see her, and see if she's ok.

I extend my hands above my head, that's rested on my pillows. Any day at school, is another day of torture, but I like this class, it's like a poem's extracurricular thingy, so it's not as torturous as the others.

But it's kinda like...... (My version of) The Tourtured Poets Department.

That's right, I said it!

I know of one way I can talk to Penelope, but I don't know if it'll work, yet it's worth a shot. It's best if I try and fail, then to not try at all. It's better for me to try, then worder what the outcome would've been.

I know that one of her friends is in that class with me, so I could talk to her after class. I do mean after class, because I absolutely love this one. It teaches the poets stories and histories, and there is sometimes Taylor Swift lyrics popping up, and we analyse them and their true meaning.

It truly is remarkable.

With that being said, it's time to get ready for class. And I think its baggy jeans day, but when is it never baggy jeans day? Let's be honest, it's never.

I grab my materials for class and shove them into bag, before heading out of the apartment and running down the stairs, obviously skipping the last 2 steps with a jump.

*sarcastically* I know, I'm just that good.

Walking to the lecture hall for the day, I look out at the blue skies clouding my way there. I find the trees that are making all the swooshes in the background with the birds chirping, waiting for their loved ones to return to them.

It's giving me a sense of calm, and a wanting to be held.

You know, in theory, I am a technical bad boy.

Hear me out. I dress like one, I smoke weed, I skate, I'm single, and my best friend's sister is who I fell for.

But I'm not a bad boy, because I listen to Taylor Swift, I read books, I write songs, and I am an introverted person most of the time.

I know, this is off topic, but hey, what in this book isn't?
Well, there goes another 4th wall being broken.

I reach the study hall, and I go straight to my place I always sit, directly in the middle. Why, you might ask.

Well, because it makes me feel like a main character in a music video. I know. But it's always been a dream of mine to shoot a music video, even if no one will ever see it.

I just need someone to shoot it, and for a love interest to star in it with me, because I know exactly what song I would record it for. It's this little song called 'Oh' or 'Mean', both of which, none have ever seen... except the people they are written about.

I look around the room, as people begin to pile into the room. I see all the girls enter together, bickering about some boys they wish to date, I see a small group of boys enter the room behind them, trying to capture their attention with their intriguing gazes.

I watching everyone walk into the room, but as I am, someone sits down next to me, startling me when I turn around.

"Jesus!" I say, holding my hand over my heart, "You scared me, Enola."

"I was gonna say, my name isn't Jesus, but you got it correct in the end." She says as she pulls out her books, setting up her desk for class, waiting for it to begin.

"Ha ha. You are SOOO funny." I say to her as I copy her movements.

I watch as the class quietens down when the professor walks in.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask Enola as we pack up our things from class.

"What's up?" she replies.

"Do you think there is any way I could talk to Penelope? I really want to talk to her."

"I don't like getting in the middle of other people's business, Junior. But for you, I'll make an exception, just because you're nice to me." She says, ending her sentence with a small smile my way.

"You're the best!"

I end our conversation there, and get up to walk to my second and final class of the day, Psychology.

I see George waiting for me outside of my Poetry class, and we begin our walk to our next one together.

"Why did we decide to go to college? Like, what's it gonna do for us?" George asks me.

"Speak for yourself! I want to become a psychologist, because it seems like a great profession." I reply back to him.

"Yeah, yeah. How are you doing today though, Oliver?" he asks me, sounding concerned.

"I'm doing better today.  Woke up with a feeling to smoke, and didn't, and this afternoon, I'm going to tell Antoinette that we can't be friends anymore." I say with a shrug.

"Good luck with that one buddy. Hopefully she understands." He says, patting me on the back before we go up the steps to our next class.
We go into our classroom, and we find our seats.

"Hello class." Our professor says as he walks into the room. "Today we are going to do something new. Seeming as we are way ahead of our class schedule, I thought it would be a good idea to do something never done before."

He waves to the teacher in the back, "Today we will be working with the writers of the school, and working with them."

I look at George with wide eyes, and mouth 'no' to him, and he shrugs his shoulders at me.

Then I see another class enter, and all I can focus on is a certain brown eyed, brown eye girl, who ran out on  me.

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A/N
GUESS WHO'S BACK??? (I always say that and then disappear for months but whatever)

Can we all just please appreciate this chapter and Oliver Supremacy? Thanks.