The Art of Sundays

III

"Kinematics is the part of Physics that contains the terminology used to describe the motion of particles. For this purpose, the first element of the kinematic description of the motion of the particle may involve tracking its position as a function of time." Mr. Austgen lectured as he wrote on the whiteboard. He went on and on about vectors and Kinematics but his deep voice just made it harder for me to stay awake.

I wasn't sleeping in class. In fact, I was wide awake. It was something I did all the time. I'd doze off but I'm not exactly dozing off. It's like I was physically present but my mental physique was too busy wandering in a different world.

I took a pen out of my backpack and started scribbling on my moleskine notebook. And that's when it hit me.

I had nothing to scribble about. Nothing happy, at least.

By this time, I was already completely lost. Chewing the tip of my pen with nothing to write about, nothing to be fond of. I was about to doze off and drown in an ocean of reverie when I started visioning eyes. Brown eyes. Like rich dark chocolate with a coat of resin layered above them.

I started to remember Art Fletcher. And I started to remember blonde hair, and cigarettes, and smoke, and rich dark chocolate eyes, and Sundays.

Oh, how I hated Sundays. I mentally cringed at the thought of it.

I was snapped out of my trance when the sound of a ruler made its way into my ears. I looked at what the fuss was all about only to be welcomed by the sight of a glaring Mr. Austgen. The class was dead silent by now. An angry Mr. Austgen wasn't the most pleasing sight after all.

"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying, Ms. Lily?" he questioned intimidatingly.

I looked down and muttered a quick apology. I looked back up again to see him with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Good." he paused. "Moving on, vectors are t-"

I dozed off again.

~•~

"So," he paused. "I've been hearing rumors about you and Art Fletcher."

My eyes widened at this. "What are you talking about?! Don't tell me-"

"Nah, I'm joking. I just heard it from your brother." Archer laughed and I immediately slapped his arm.

Archer was my best friend. In fact, he was my only friend. His mom and my mom were best friends, which obviously explains our friendship too. We used to take bubble baths, eat mud pies together, and run around naked in their lawn for the world to see. People even thought we were cute together.

I didn't mind, of course. Archer was a good looking guy. With his hazel brown eyes and mousy brown hair, it was impossible for girls to not swoon over him. To add to his awfully good looks, he had this charisma that could brighten someone's day. But to be acquainted with him in a way that was far from platonic was something I couldn't quite be comfortable with.

I was in the middle of my silent introspection when I felt a slight tug at my shirt.

"Earth to Lily!" He rolled his eyes. "What the hell is going on with you? You've been dozing off the whole day!"