𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑶'𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍

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I was sitting on biology with Tessa beside me and I was bored out of my mind. Staring into nothing at all, not hearing what the teacher said, not being aware of what was happening around me. Unlike Tessa, who was dutifully taking notes of what Mr.Thompson said. I never really liked biology, so I never payed attention when I had a class. I don't know, it just never intrested me to learn about the things we learned about.

So I was playing with my pen, completely zoned out, in my thougths about anything and everything, when all of a sudden I feel a leg bumping into mine, repeatedly. I knew who it was, since there was only one person sitting next to me. With an annoyed sigh I turned to Tessa and I was about to confront her on why she was bothering me, when I heard my name being called again. So I turned my head to the front of the class, where the source of the sound was and saw my teacher smiling funnily at me.

'Where is your head, Skyler?' he asked with a laugh, it was not rude or anything, I knew him and he knew me, no hard feelings from me when he pointed out that I wasn't here mentally.

'Sorry, couldn't really sleep at nigth.' I said, which wasn't a lie, because I really did have a hard time falling asleep and I'd be a hypocrate if I'd say that I didn't know why was that, because man I was more than aware of what caused me to only drift into sleep at almost two o'clock. And it was no one other than the beautiful girl I've met yesterday. Yeah, at night when I couldn't sleep, casued by the reeling of my own mind, I was incapable of lying to myself about the very fact that how genuenly and naturally stunning Mila was. Like even today, when I saw her standing in front of me, I felt the need to distract myself so I won't have my eyes glued to her. Again the plan was majorly fucked when I felt her gaze bruning holes into me, so I couldn't help, but look up and tease her a little. Staring at from head to toe, I saw her cheeks flush with heat and fuck I wanted to make that shade even more pink, if that was even possible.

'I see!' the teacher laughed snapping me out of my stare, I looked at him and smiled too so he'll think I paid attention, when in reality I was on another planet, a planet that was created yesterday and I couldn't seem to come back from.

After that no words were exchanged between us, the lesson went on with him talking and us-well some of us- taking notes of the topic. Suprisingly the class ended fast, faster than I've expected it, but I'm not complaining, since why would I complain if a lesson ends and I can also see Mila, so it's a win-win for me. But what I wasn't expecting is a red and puffy eyed Mila rushing towards us, grabbing a hold of Tessa's arm, she dragged her away from us. Furrowing my brows I shut my locker and turned around, in the mind that I'd follow them, but a firm hand stopped me from doing so. Whipping around I saw that my best friend was the one having a strong grip on my arm with a serious expression on his face.

'Let me go!' I said with grunt, trying to break free from the hold that my best friend had on me, but he pulled me back, with a shake of his head. Now my frown only deepend, I glared at him, not getting why he wouldn't let me go after the girls.

'You can't just go after them.' he said, tone so serious, I don't think I've ever heard him being so firm about something.

'Why not?' I asked flustered.

'Because,' Matt started, letting go of my arm this time, leaning against the locker, folding his arms against his chest. 'There's a reason why Mila took Tessa away with her. She doesn't want us to hear it.' and now it made complete sense, but it didn't mean I curiosity wasn't eating me up from the inside. Because fuck, when I saw Mila in the state she was in when she walked up to us, my heart inmediately picked up, my mind reeling about who could've done something that it made Mila cry. In that moment I was eager to find the fuck face and teach him a lesson. My expression must've fell, because Matt stepped in front of me, sabotaging my escape once again.

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