Friends? (A Weston Koury Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

GUYS I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD

IVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY ;-;

IM SORRY

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Elise's POV:
"But she isn't as pretty as you." Weston murmured. Right as he said those seven words, his face turned crimson red.

"Oh—oh god, Elise, don't take that the wrong way! I'm not saying I like you or anything—damn it!— I mean, you are very pretty, and, uh..." Weston, your just digging yourself a deeper hole hun.

    I smiled slightly at him, "it's okay, Weston. I like you too."

   Weston looked up from his feet, "really?"

   "Really."

   THE NEXT DAY

   I woke up to my mother pouring cold water on me. Did I sleep it?

   Instantly, I got up and began to shiver, "mom! You didn't have to do that!"

   "Elisabeth, it's 7:45! You're going to be late for school! Why didn't you wake up? I called for you a million times!" My mom scolded.

I began to panic, "okay, okay!" I quickly jumped out of bed and threw on a pink long sleeved shirt from Pink and some black leggings. I straightened my short hair and put on a bit of mascara.

Never have I ever rushed that much my entire life.

"Oh, and Elise—" my mom began, "—you will
need to keep this ID card with you at all times since, erm, Natalya is on the loose."

She handed me a small piece of plastic. It had my yearbook picture from last year and plainly printed my name, date of birth, parents, and other important things.

I nodded, "alright, mom. Let's go." I grabbed my backpack and ignored my growling stomach. I'll just sneak something from my lunch into Geography.

The car ride was silent. Weston and I weren't carpooling today, so that's probably why it was so bland.

My mom kissed me on the cheek before she dropped me off at school. I looked around and found Tara, but where's Weston?

"Hey Tara!" I shouted through the crowd of people getting off the busses.

Tara made her way over to me, "hi, Elise! I'm guessing you're not riding the bus anymore."

I nodded. I fumbled slightly with the ID card in my right hand and sighed, "my parents are making me carry around a stupid ID card because they're afraid police officers are going to think I'm Natalya. That's bull. What police officer is stupid enough to think I'm Natalya?"

Tara shrugged, "you never know. You guys are identical twins."

"Whatever."

    I looked around for Weston, but he was nowhere to be seen. Did he skip school today?

   "Do you know if Weston is here?" I blurted out.

    "No, are you guys okay?"

    "Yeah." I lied. Truly, we weren't. Ever since that outburst of us liking each other, the rest of the FaceTime call was pretty awkward.

   "Well, okay then. He'll show up eventually. Weston didn't seem sick yesterday."

    "Yeah, okay."

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    Weston had finally showed up to school by English, but he didn't look well. There were dark, livid circles under his eyes, and he seemed to be fending off sleep.

   "Mr.Koury, please try to stay awake." The teacher snapped at him.

    His eyes widened right as she said that and began taking random notes. Poor Weston.

    The teacher began to pass out worksheets on The Raven. It all seemed quite easy.

    "Take Cornell notes on the first five stanzas of The Raven and answer the questions below. Anything you don't finish in class shall be homework." The teacher spat at the entire class.

   She's in a mood today.

   I felt a piece of paper hit the side of my head and land on my desk. I unfolded it and it read:

   Meet me after school. We need to talk.

   -Weston

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