Love, Heartbreak and All the Things In Between

Chapter 14-Look

NOOOOOOOOOOO

Okay, well, maybe that was a bit too dramatic of a thought, but Rae was really getting into my brain.

It's January now, a very disgusting month. Back to school, report cards, end of the first term, even more tests and projects. I hate it.

"KAYLAAAAAAA! GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!" 

I groaned and almost fell on the floor in my attempt to get out of my bed. 

Shitty start to this day, I thought miserably. Not excited to go back.

I got ready and clumsily made my way to the bus stop, surprised my bus wasn't there yet.

I do not feel like standing here .

I walked around in a circle, waiting for the bus to come. As soon as it came, I immediately ran to the back of the bus and sat down, relieved to literally have the weight of my backpack off my back. 

Once I got to school, everyone was yapping about stuff that wasn't even important. I plugged my ears and chased Misa down to the back entrance for our class. Of course, Prague was there, talking with his best friend.

"Kayla?"

I flinched. I had no clue I was staring at Prague. 

"Are you okay?" Misa asked.

"Who, me? Yeah, I'm fine," I stuttered. "Just tired."

Misa scoffed. "Yeah, sure buddy."

When we finally got into class, I forgot all about it. I looked up from my work and caught Prague looking at me-no, staring at me. I locked eyes with him and he finally looked away. Not before I caught the tiny smile blooming on that odd face of his. 

Kayla, get a grip. He only smiled at you because you're his friend.

I sighed. Since when did life's complications sneak up on me like this? I froze, realising I was dancing. Again. I tend to do that when I need a distraction. My body has a mind of it's own at this point. Poor me, getting bullied for doing something I love. I look up, unable to focus on my work. Like always. I freeze. He's smiling at me. I stare back, curious. He tilts his head a little, giving me a dreamy look. I hesitantly smile back. 

Why is he looking at me like that?

I sneak one more look at him, then look away, attempting to focus on my work.

What was that?