Unpredictable

Chapter 21

So nothing special was really happening. At the moment I was walking the halls, trying to cram for my Spanish test. "Hey!" "WHAT?!" I screamed, my binder flying into the air. It landed with a big smack! My hands were frozen in midair, looking like someone was pointing a gun at me. I looked up at a very surprised/confused Michael. "Oh... um... heeyyyyy." I said, trying to sound cool. His blue eyes danced with amusement. "Heeyyyyy. Um, you left something at the park." He handed me my sketchbook and pencil. I gasped. "Oh my Lanta. You found my sketchbook. Oh no."

He shrugged. "It's not a big deal. But I did peek inside. You're really good." I snatched it from him. "NotreallyIdoitjustforfunbye." I said, spinning around and crashing right into something. Or someone. Specifically Park. Down went my sketchbook and all of its contents. "Oh my gosh diddly darn it Park!" I cried, dropping to my knees and trying to gather the colorful pages. He started to snicker. "Gosh diddly darn it? Jeez you're a dork." Park so graciously said. Luckily I think I had grabbed all of the papers before anyone saw them. I stood, clutched the jumble of papers to my chest. "Yeah? Well you're lame." I hit him with my shoulder when I passed, while he scoffed and muttered, "Good one." When I turn the corner, I see him looking at me in the corner of my eye. I looked back and saw him smiling. A real smile. I think he was trying to make sure I saw him smile before he turned down a corridor.

I got home, plopping my book bag on the floor. Elliot was already home because he had a doctors appointment. "Elliot! Lillie?" I called, getting no response. Axel was gone, back to his own life. My parents were at work. I crept over to the living room and had to refrain from "aw-ing" loudly.

On the couch was Elliot, sound asleep. But in his arms was Lillie, also sound asleep. He had his chin rested on top of her furry head, and his arms were encasing her body, just below her arms. And he said he didn't love her.

I had a dream last night, though luckily it wasn't a nightmare. Though that's actual debatable. I'm in the halls, but it's like skip day or something because no one is there, but I'm at my locker. Then I hear a, "You are such a goody two shoes." I carefully closed my locker and saw Park there. "Then why are you here? You're obviously not one to do things for the greater good." He shrugged. "I'm not allowed to miss today. Too many detentions." I rolled my eyes. "Now why does that make sense?" I said, trying to sound sarcastic. Then he smiled. And he wouldn't stop. He just stood there and smiled, the right side of his mouth turning upwards slightly higher then the left. Then I woke up. I wasn't sweating or crying, I wasn't breathing heavily or about to have a mental breakdown. I just laid there, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered on my ceiling. And before I knew it, I was opening my eyes again to my blaring alarm.

I was now in lunch, ignoring the conversation between Rosie and Rowan about how they were going to invent something called the boob pocket. "It's a pocket in your bra, you could sneak anything around!" Rowan states. "Yeah! Like for security reasons! Ain't no security guard going near my no-no square! And if he does we have good reasons for slapping him! It's perfect!" Rosie responded. I was barely paying attention as I stared past them. "Guys, I'm not going to allow you to invent something that, a) Involves personal parts, or b) Helps you break multiple laws." I said, still not really paying attention. I was concentrating on something else. "Aw, you're such a mother." Rowan whines. I don't respond. "Something tells me she's not really listening." Comes Rosie's voice. She looks behind herself to see what I'm looking at. I start to squint.

"Why are you staring at Park?" She asks. Rowan gasps. "Is this a secret boyfriend I don't know about??" That snaps me out of it. I give her a look, one that says, "Are you kidding me?!" "What?! Not at all! We are not dating! I'm trying to catch him smiling." They give me puzzled looks. "Um, what? Why would you do that??" Rosie asks. "Uh, duh. To see if it's lopsided in real life and not just in my head." This just earns more confused looks. "Too long to explain, just roll with it." I said, looking back. They turn around, looking at him too.

"How is he not smiling?! He's surrounded by girls!!" Rowan cries. That's the good thing about my friends, they have your back even if they're not quite sure what's going on. "I know right?! I've been looking at him for a solid 15 minutes and the most he's done is smirk! I'm getting frustrated here!" I explain. Rosie holds up her phone, ready to snap a picture. That's when we make eye contact, and he sees us three lunatics staring at him. My mouth falls open and my eyes go wide. He smiles a real smile but I can't look at it. We've been caught red handed, and I can't stop looking right into his eyes. I hear the click of Rosie's phone camera, right as her mouth drops as well. He excuses himself from his entourage and walks towards us. I start panicking.

"What to we do?!" I whisper shouted. "Act natural!" Rosie cried as she started to eat. Rowan looked at her phone. And I........ I hid under the table. I saw his shoes. "I know you're under there Opal." I slowly came back up. "I dropped my fork. I wasn't hiding. I'm totally natural. Stop asking so many questions!" I yelled, ears burning. I'm terrible in these kinds of situations. This was not going to be good.