Love Stories

What is this feeling?

Blossoms pov:

I have been completely colour blind my entire life and only see in shades of grey.

I come across a stranger that appears in total colour.

As she walks by I take a double look. The girl has jet black hair and pretty ocean blue eyes. She has a black jumper on and ripped jeans, dam, she likes black. As I stare at her she looks back and me with a questioning look as if to say, "What the hell do you want?" Then I run away, unwaning to have a conversation about why I was randomly staring at her.

I run all the way home and check the time, 6:34. A little earlier then I would like to be home but oh well, I might as well watch some movies while I'm home.

I go upstairs and sit on my bed, tired for no apparent reason at all. I open my laptop and load Netflix up, but before I could turn a movie on I fall asleep.

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When I wake up I check the time, 7:30.

'SHIT!'

I'm late for school. I rush out the door after getting dressed in a black T-shirt and denim shorts.

I walk to school then get into the gates of hell and get to my form, room 5. I walk in tired of the day already.

'Blossom, you late.'

'Ok, sir.'

I go to sit down in my usual seat but, there is someone sitting in it.

'Excuse me, your in my spot now kindly get the fuck off.'

'No thanks. I'm good.' Her voice sounds...beautiful, I have to admit.

'Wait, I recognise you, what's your name?'

'None of your business, go sit down somewhere else.'

I recognise her as the pretty girl from the park who was rushing home, she is as pretty as she was before. I decide I am going to make it my mission to be her friend, though my heart feels like I might just maybe want to be more than that.

'I'm, going to unfortunately have to sit next to you, your in my seat so I am going to sit next you to annoy you, and if you move I am going to follow you.' I sit down on the seat next to her, she is death staring at me as if I just killed her pet tarantula, she looks like she would be the type of pretty girl to own something dangerous. She reminds me of a sort of spider because, 1. beautifully dangerous.

'Here' she calls in her monotone voice, how she sounds this good just answering the register, no idea.

'What's your name then, mystery girl? Or oh let me guess, none of my business-'

'Business, correct.' She was kind of in a daze before snapping out of it, weird.

'I am not going to stop bugging you.' I whisper with a grin on my face.

'But-'she gets cut off by the teacher.

'Victoria, Blossom, please have out the workbooks. Victoria, you can learn some names that way.'

'Victoria, huh?'

'Oh shush. I don't want you to be talking to me and if you must, call me Tori.'

'Got it Tori.' I smirk.

'Stop smirking.'

'No.'

After we had out the papers and sit back down the test starts, I know first freaking day back and a test.

Tori looks stuck, and finally askes 'Ugh what' this answer?' She whispers.

'4x2x6=48'

'Ok..thanks.'

'No problem, that's what friends are for.'

'Excuse me? Friends? No, you're annoying.'

'I know, it's my best quality.'

'Why is that not surprising?'

The teacher calls out 'You'll be doing the project with the person you're sitting next to.'

'Shit.' Tori says.

This is the perfect chance to make her my friend and get to know her better. 'Yes!'