I am almost running down the corridors. I am late and its my history class right now. I woke up so late today because of the adventurous last night. I didn't even bother to take bath and wore a simple white shirt and pink shorts.
I bang the locker hard and take out necesarry books and notes.
BANG!
I close it.
"Whoa! You're scaring others..." A famililar voice greets me. I roll my eyes and without noticing him, turn on my heel and walk towards my class.
"Hey!" He shouts and runs to follow me. I turn to him; still walking fast.
"What do you want, Emmett?" I give him an uninterested look and say.
"I am trying to be friendly." He says; coldly this time.
"There's no need. And thanks! For helping your dumb friend for his games."
Note my sarcasm!
"Um...listen" he stops and holds my hand and makes me freeze.
Why is he holding my hand?
I take my hand harshly from him.
"What?" I say rudely.
"He is not just my friend. He's like my elder brother, my mentor. I was seven and he was ten when he started coming at our home and teaching me things. My parents were never there to support me...but he was. I owe a lot to him. And this was just one of those ways to unload the burden off my head..." He says looking in my eyes. His eyes just show worries.
Oh so that's the reason. I am sad for the poor boy. He was just doing his duty and Shiyona and I misunderstood him.
"Hmm.. I get it." I tighten my lips to answer.
And then the bell ring signalling my history class has been started.
"Fuck! I gotta run! Mr Mathews will kick me outa class." I run leaving him behind. He runs with me too.
"I have history too."
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We are kicked out of history: Emmett and I and sent are to detention. Now we stand in the front of the blue dull door which shows the sign board "DETENTION: YOUR NIGHTMARE" with a danger sign.
Can you believe?
Our school was such dramatic.
"You ready for this?" He asks smirking.
I roll my eyes on him.
"Gee!" I open the door and walk inside the dull room.
An old teacher is sitting on a chair in the end of the room. He is almost sleeping. One couple is on the other end of the room making out wildly.
I give them a disgusting look.
I sit on an empty bench. Most of them are empty anyway. I take out my novel and start reading it.
Emmett is seated beside me busy in his phone.
I feel really awkward like this.
We know each other perfectly, he is my best friend's boyfriend, I am his best friend's girlfriend...almost girlfriend, okay? But we are still silent and uncomfortable.
I guess its because of past situations.
I don't want this awkwardness forever. So I want to be nice. For Shee, for Rob...Dave...what?
"So...um how are you?" I start. Dumbest start ever, Miss Mishi!
He looks at me amusingly. I flush.
"Am...great." He can't control more and let out a silent laugh. I laugh in embarrassment too.
"I'm sorry. I know that was lame. I was just trying to end the awkwardness." I confess.
"Yeah, I get that. You like Enrique Iglesias?" He puts one ear phone in his ear and ask.
"Off course..." I get excited. I love Enrique's albums.
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The One I Was Waiting For.
Novela Juvenil*EDITING* Warning: I wrote this four years ago. There can be many mistakes in it, so read at your own risk. I'm editing it as fast as I can. Thanks. "I want to see you" whispers Mishi, the girl who hasn't seen her first boyfriend yet. He stalks her...
