Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 5

Brandon's POV

Abby and I were a giggling mess as we stumbled up to English. I felt as if we were already best friends.

I decided not to sit in the desk across from Abby and instead the desk beside her. I ended up basically falling into it like a ragdoll.

She laughed, "Brandon, you're so funny!"

I blushed, I've never been called "funny" before. "No I'm not," I automatically blurted. That was my first response to compliments.

"Yes you are!" She snickered then began laughing harder, "aw, I made you blush!"

The teacher didn't even notice my move when she began teaching, Abby and I just silently laughed at each other through the class.

English has never been more enjoyable.

"You're fucking ridiculous, Brandon," Abby laughed as I pulled a stupid face while walking out of the classroom.

"Yeah? Well, at least I don't know what a fuckin' conjoining noun is!" I roared.

"'Cause that doesn't even exist!" Abby laughed.

"How would I know? I don't pay attention!"

"You should! Grammar's important!"

"It no ain't important!"

"Moron."

I grinned at her, "we're not friends if you don't think I'm an idiot."

Abby's POV

God, he was so stupid that it was cute.

It was nice that he was getting close to me, and I was upset having to go to separate classes.

The only thing that could get me out of my day dream was the teacher announcing our next project.

"Our next drawing will be a colored pencil drawing of a person," she explained, "it could be from real life or from a picture."

The first thing I thought was: Brandon. Brandon. BRANDON.

I was 100% going to draw Brandon, with his consent this time. I wanted to trace a picture of his lips with my pencil and find the perfect color for his eyes and I wanted to sketch the curls of his hair- I wanted draw the best thing to happen to me in perfect proportion.

****

"Hey, dyke, I saw you walking out of school with Brandon," a cheerleader named Georgia sneered at me as I doodled little cartoon drawings of Brandon. "Don't you dare fucking touch him, he's mine."

"No he isn't," I stated blankly, "he's nobody's, he's his own person."

"You're fucking obsessed! We all know it," she snatched my paper from under my pencil and laughed, "were you drawing him? You creepy freak!" She ripped the paper in half and dropped it in front of me, I watched as it drifted onto the table, "he would never be interested in you, you're just some pathetic emo fuck-up!"

I watched as she walked away from me. Whenever the cheerleaders mess with me, I just figure they have something going on outside of school, but I also knew Georgia was mostly right. I wasn't a "dyke", but I definitely didn't belong with Brandon.

****

"How was your day?" Brandon asked as we walked to our busses together.

"It was okay," I shrugged. "How was yours?"

"Better than usual," he grinned, "I had someone to talk to during lunch." He licked his lips, "which was great, we should do that, like, everyday!"