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♡ Erika ♡
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"You do realize that's not my locker, right?" Rachel asks as she walks past me.
"W-what?" I turn around and follow behind her as she walls down the long row of blue metal lockers, she's talking to me- like actually talking without me even being at the right locker.
"It's Amy's, I'm just by it more I guess" she shrugs, glancing behind her shoulder at me, "what do you want?"
"What I wanted yesterday".
"Sorry about yesterday".
I stop in my tracks and cough, "d-did you just...?"
She stops too and turns to look at me, her brown eyes carry more complexity than necessary, "you were kind of right. Except about Isa I don't do everything's she says" she folds her arms over her chest and for a second, I see thirteen and eleven year old her all in one.
"So this isn't rebellion?" I tease.
She actually smiles, "come on Parker, I'll show you the right locker so you can loiter better next time".
"No way you actually smiled at something I said..." I trail behind her, grinning like a fool.
"Shush, I'm talking to you about a project".
Sure. I might be a little delusional, but she cares. I can see it through her "mad" acts- sometimes.
"Right..."
"Stop looking like that"
"Like what?"
We stop at a locker, all the way down the hallway from Amy's locker and Rachel spins around to face me, "so... who's gonna like- when should we start working on it?"
"Well, it's Mr. Ansley so we can probably do it in class but..." I trail off, then shrug, "I don't know. You're the one with the social life so I'm just waiting on you".
"Erika don't you hang out with that little Mexican girl in the eighth grade?" She asks.
My cheeks glow red, "you know who I hang out with?"
"It's not rocket science..."
I tilt my head, "Rachel Martin cares about me enough to know who I hang out with".
"Shush".
"Make me" I feel myself becoming bolder at the reaction she's giving- the way her eyes are filled with nervousness and panic.
And then the way her lips part slightly.
"O-okay yeah I'll text you when we can uhm- work on it- byee" she bolts off- but not in an angry huff like she usually does, but in this nervous one.
"What was that about...?" June asks, appearing next to me. I jump a little, "I thought middle schoolers weren't allowed over here".
"And Ashley Baker is allowed to be screwing around with the middle school foot ball team but-"
My eyes widen, "Ashley like in my grade?"
YOU ARE READING
Dear Erika Parker, I've Always Loved You
Romance"Do you want it to be... real?" She questioned. My words got caught in my throat, I slowly nod. "Even if I'm not..." she droned off. I knew what she meant. Even if she wasn't my ex. "Please..." I surprised myself with my word. Her eyes met mine...
