"We're goin? Just the two of us?"
The news stunned her. It was not the plan; their plan was for the five of them to walk together, buy all the components needed for their project, and get it done quickly. With no hassle.
He took a long sigh, but still a smile lingered on his face. "It's just us two left. The others... they've got after school activities."
It was not what she had expected. She felt panic invading her mind, exposing her secrets bare. She almost failed in masking her emotions when finally her tongue worked once again.
"Okay," she said, "let's go."
It was only one walk in an afternoon. It was her only chance to finally get what she had secretly been wanting, but she was scared.
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They took off with him leading in front of her, tracing the stone path to the back of their school which leads to a big road.
"So," his voice startled her, "what do we need to buy?"
She fumbled with her phone. Right. They were going to buy components, and that was all. She shouldn't feel so flustered and frightened. Nothing is going to go wrong. Nothing is wrong.
"A CPU fan, a box case, some batteries, a thermostat, some cables, and a switch," she read the list out loud. She had the confidence to read it in a loud voice, so why would things go bad? It lightened the weight in her.
"Okay," he smiled. Why must he smile everytime? "I hope we'll be able to find everything."
He should've known that his smile was lethal. He hangs out with all the cool kids. Teachers compliment him all the time. They all praise his good looks and hail his kind words.
"Yeah," she said, although it came out more like a squeak.
The sun scorched on top of their heads, sweat dripping down their chin. Was it just her?
They walk in silent. Turns out he's not one for silence.
"So," he smiled again, dammit, "I heard you live in the neighboring town?"
"Yes."
"Why choose our school then?"
Because 'our' thing was never a thing.
"My mother insisted."
"I heard the neighboring town's pretty fun. Is it?"
"...not really."
And now I can't see you without thinking about him again.
"C'mon, it can't be that bad," he grinned. The grin melted her heart, down her stomach, down her knees. She gave in, laughing weakly in reply. And silence creeped again.
The sun scorched. And he walked faster.
She looked up.
Hurt. Happy. Sad. Warm.
To his back sight.
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Historia Corta"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
