I wake up to the sound of my alarm and decide to get up on time this morning. I roll off of my bed and pick out a white shirt with black skinny jeans; I throw on a pair of white converse and multiple necklaces. I decide to do my makeup this morning even though I usually never touch makeup. I put on some concealer to mask the dark bruise left on my forehead from yesterday and some dark, smokey eyeshadow. I wing out my eyeliner and lastly I finish it off with some mascara and a E.L.F. Lipstick. I look at the mirror and despite my lack of experience in makeup, I look good.
I check my phone and see I have two new messages. The first one reads,
"Who's that boy I saw you with, keep me and Violet updated, love."
From my best friend Cadence.
Violet is my other best friend who lives down the street.The next message I read is from no other than Noah.
"Good morning, may I have the honors to sit with you on the bus this morning ?"
I first reply to Cadence saying,
" Hey girl, his name is Noah, I'll make sure to keep you Violet updated lol."
Cadence lives about an hour away but we still manage to stay best friends.
I go back to Noah's text a reply saying "of course."
I grab my book bag and walk down the hallway. I kiss my dad goodbye and walk to the bus stop. As I get closer and closer my heart starts to race as I see Noah is already waiting. He's wearing a black shirt similar to mine, black jeans, and black converse. I open my mouth to speak but Noah already starts the conversation.
" Your bruise is gone!" Noah says with excitement. As he gets closer to my face I can feel his breath down my neck creating goosebumps across my arms.
" Yeah haha I told you I'd conceal it." I say with an awkward smile.
"Well I think you look good." He says.
The bus pulls up and I walk on first with Noah quick to follow behind me. We sit down and he looks over at me.
"Wanna hang out tonight? There's a great hide out that I know where we can go to." He says smiling at me. I blush and look down at my hands.
" I'm grounded, I can't." I say in embarrassment feeling like I'm a five year old.
"Well, can you sneak out? It's Friday so we won't have to go to sleep early or anything for school the next day." He says.
I look over at him in shock, it doesn't sound like him to be a "bad boy" type.
"Uhm sure. What time?" I say with obvious hesitation in my voice.
"What time do your parents usually go to bed?" He asks.
"I only have my dad, my mother passed away when I was 11." I say still staring at my hands.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He says almost whispering. He grabs my hand and looks at me with his big brown eyes.
"If you ever need to talk about it, I'm here." I hear him say.
"My dad falls asleep around 10:00." I say and look over at him. I feel him drop my hand which makes me get a weird feeling in my stomach.
"Then how about 10:50 tonight?" He asks smiling at me.
"10:50 it is then." I say smiling right back
