"Oh, no. I think I'm gonna puke."
Safiya looks at me, an eyebrow raises and she looks towards the direction that I stare to. She scoffs, obviously disgusted, "Oh my God."
That's why we are bestfriend.
I walk to my locker, passing the couple who shoved each other's neck like monsters; well they are, especially the boy. Well, Aiden Walker. I scrunch my face and my locker, sliding my books out for the next period; Biology. I close my locker and Aiden's smug smirk is in front of me.
Well, a few meters ahead.
"What?" I ask, raking a hand on my short hair, my books on the other.
His smirk stays and the blonde's hair kinda freaks me out. It is yellow-like-a-corn kinda blonde and it is dry because of flat iron, curling iron; basically irons. "Well, hello there, Ms. Lee."
He pronounces it goodly, I am amused.
I nod throughly and pass him by, lips curl, "Your pronunciation improves."
Safiya snorts and throws an arm on my shoulders, laughing with head thrown aback. Leaving a disgruntled Aiden Walker with the blonde, trying not to giggle.
How I love to cause him some stress.
***
I tongue the inside of my cheek while doodling on my notes. Safiya is beside me, staring at the teacher with wide eyes. She glances at me and raises an eyebrow, "What are you doodling?"
I look up then to my drawing again, "Cubes." And I take my pen again, flashes of pictures covering my brain and I lick my strawberry-flavored chapstick off of my lips, "Now writing."
"Can I read later?"
I scoff softly and answer, without looking at her bright chocolate eyes, "You'll take it away from me anyway when I finish."
"True."
notes :
Hello, hello, I'm back.
I've been listening to Sam Smith's Writing On The Wall; don't judge me.
Well.
Good day!
;)
-Jojo-
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