little lady (halsey)

t w o ~ memories that haunts me

it surprised me. that it was 2 am and nothing seemed like it used to. that i was lying in my bed staring at my ceiling, watching the fan spin. i thought about her. i thought about things i had never thought about any one before, and definitely not a girl.

i thought about her blue lips pressing against mine and smudging the color to my lips as they massaged them. i thought about how the fireworks lit up the side of her face and how her hair glowed magically. i thought about her wide smile and the clinging in her laughter.

it surprised me. that it was 2 am and all i could think about was her.

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it's been almost two weeks since new years eve and as i suspected, i had not seen halsey once. but it did not really bother me, because just one week after the kiss she was just a memory. a memory that i did not remember. i had forgotten her face, her smell, her voice. all i remembered was a girl with... blue, or was it turquoise hair? it did not matter, what mattered was that i only remembered the image of her.

so when i walked through the corridor that first friday of school and sat down by my desk, i did not notice when our substitute walked in. i turned around to get a pencil from my bag and when i turned back again i was met by the light turquoise hair that i had forgotten about. her body was clothed with a black t-shirt with the number 17 on it and a pair of black jeans. she wrote something on the board.

maybe it was just my mind playing tricks with me, because this could actually not be her. all i needed was for this woman to turn around so i could see her face. and so she did.

"halsey?" my mouth dropped and my eyes widened. her head snapped my way and she wore the exact same expression as i did. the room fell quiet.

it took halsey a moment to restrain herself and she straightened her back and smiled at me. "no, ashley." she corrected me and pointed at the board with her marker.

i nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat that had formed and felt my cheeks suddenly heat. halsey and i continued staring at each other for a few seconds before i looked away. calebs' eyes stared right into me and it felt like he could see right through me.

"what?" i snapped, and he raised his eyebrows.

"nothing... halsey?"

i rolled my eyes and shrugged, "i read it wrong."

he nodded but didn't seemed convinced. "who's halsey?"

i sighed loudly and looked down at my english book, "no-" i didn't have the time to finish when halseys' light voice interrupted me.

"hi, i'm ashley and as you already know by now, i'm your substitute. i'm not an english teacher, never been but i love poetry so, don't ask me how i got the "job" but i did. questions?" she explained rapidly and i could see how everyone in the class was blinded by her flashing smile and her overwhelming beauty.

"if you're not an english teacher, what are we gonna do today?"

she smiled at the boy who had asked and he seemed as if he had just gotten punched in his stomach. "i said that i like poetry. so, your assignment for this class is that you've get half the lesson to write a figurative text about what happened this new years eve."

"are you joking?!" a boy from down the class exclaimed, "i was too wasted to remember."

if i told you that the boy saying that was the boy i have had a crush on for the last months, would you believe me? i wouldn't, but it was true. the fact was that this boy -aaron- was the only boy i had ever had feelings for. he might be a bit immature but he was calebs best friend and i had learned to know him by their fifa-nights while i stayed over too. he was a cool kid.