Nyctophilia | e.d. ☾

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"There's Daddy!" Anthony said in my ear as we entered Chemistry. I saw Ethan writing stuff.

"Shut up!" I playfully pushed him, but I couldn't help but laugh.

As we walked to our seats, Anthony whispered to me, "Go talk to him." And suddenly shoved me into the empty stool next to him that shared one long table for two.

I sat down. "Ugh. Hey, Ethan." I said.

He didn't reply and just looked at me up and down. That's weird. He's acting like last night never happened.

In the middle of class while we were taking notes, I was already ahead so I wrote some poetry. I consider it my passion, but I wouldn't pursue it as a career. And, only my friends Ariana and Anthony know.

"What is that?"

I look up and was shocked to see Ethan asking me.

"Ugh. Um, what?"

"That." He looked at my paper.

"Nothing. It's just my notes."

"Doesn't seem like it's chemistry."

"Are you the teacher now?" Shit. Why'd I say that.

His facial expression changed from relaxed to offended with his eyebrows furrowed. He looked back at the board.

Now my chances of becoming friends is gone. I over-thought.