Nonexistent strings

Love's a game wanna play?

Laura's POV

After that 'chat' with my parents, if you want to put it like that -but of course it was more like an argument-,I went directly to the only place where I can think without any interruptions. Where my mind could freely think and my problems just vanish in the air. My room.

I threw all my things in the floor and directly fell on the bed with my face in the pillow.

This is perfect. Nobody bothering me or interrupting me just me, myself and I. It was all silent, if a needle fell to the floor you could easily hear it.

When I was about to fall asleep, decided to change my clothes. I mean, it would be very uncomfortable to sleep with a really tight dress.

I was almost, almost, to take out my dress. I was midway without the top part of the dress and at the side it was with the zipper down revealing part of my bra when I realized I haven't closed the curtain. The only thing that can separate my world and his.

However, I knew it, I felt it and I sensed it, that he was looking at me. My head made a slowdown motion, moving it really slowly. My eyes were closed afraid what I would see.

When I was one hundred percent sure that I was facing the balcony, and his window of course, my eyes were slowly beginning to open.

But what I saw didn't surprise me that much. He is one of the 'popular' squad, and being him, he wasn't looking at my eyes. Where he was supposed to, instead at my body.

It was like his eyes roamed every part of my body. And I am not blind so I could swear he was bitting his lip.

What an uncomfortable moment.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, because I was frozen for the past few minutes, my legs finally moved to the balcony. My hands were at each side of the curtains closing it rapidly.

I am hoping to never let people find out about that. Like ever.

When I was sure, this time I did take out my clothes but decided to take a shower after all of this stress and to forget what happened minutes ago.

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Monday's Morning.

It's not Saturday morning where you could sleep until you want or do whatever you want. But it's school morning where you have to study and do homework and projects. Doesn't it sounds fun?

"where are those? I told you to keep them here but no, you have to be so stubborn and not following my orders" my mom said to my dad who was rolling his eyes at her.

"They were here, I swear" my dad kept insisting he left those important documents on the desk. I am going to admit it, my dad could be really stubborn. Maybe I inherited that from him.

"Whatever" was the last thing my mom said before turning around leaving my dad on the dining table all by himself. I will say they aren't going to make up until one of them do something sweet for the other.

And that it's not my mom. She did it the last time.

"um dad I think you have to apologize" I whispered. Of course it's not his fault, or hers. Who knows where those papers are, but still.