I'm walking home from school and I'm not sure whether I just go straight to meet Bryson or if I should go home, get changed, make sure I look less like a dead rat, and then meet him. You know what, if he wants to be my friend, he should see the ugly sides of me too.
School has been slightly boring because I'm finding it hard to make new friends, everyone is bitchy and doesn't seem to care about new people, they just mind their own business. Like in geog-
"Naomi?" Bryson calls from up the street.
"No, my name is Georgina, you must have me mistaken for some other buff girl." I joke around whilst standing up from the bench I was sat down on, waiting for him.
Before we carry on 'conversating', he goes in for a hug, and actually keeps us in the hugging position for about 6 seconds, but I lean back out.
"You alright babe?" Bryson asks whilst pointing to the bench, clearly suggesting we should sit down there. He's looking fineeee as fuck today, his hair is always the same, but I never payed close attention to his face. The brown shimmer in his eyes is beautiful and his top lip slightly perks up but it has the ideal shape. And if you look closely at his face, you realised that his light brown skin is very very smooth, perfect to hold.
- I lost control.
"Erm yeah, I'm great, how's your school day been?" I finally reply.
"I go to sixth form b, boring preparation shit for A-levels, ain't feeling it though"
"Sixth Form?" I'm slightly surprised and not sure about his age now, "How old are you then?"
"I'm 17" he smiles, damn his teeth are so neatly placed and so fucking bright white!
"Oh cool, I'm 16"
"Nice, do you want to go to the fields?"
"Yeah sure." and we start heading up the path from the bench and towards the large field full of football pitch markings.
"You look really good today." he smiles again. I blushed but didn't seem to know what to reply with with.
We spent time at the field messing about and talking for about an hour until I lost track of time and realised I had to go home.
"Oh I'm sorry but I have to go home now." I sigh.
"That's alright babe, I had a really good time with you today, we should hang out more often." Now I'm the one smiling, he's sweet. I leave and go home.
Mum welcomes me in with a long complaint on how I never informed her that I was staying out after school for a bit. Shit! I forgot. My memory is always fucking about with me, at first I'm thinking 'let's tell mum that I'm going out on Friday' and I go downstairs, then by the time I get there I think that I only went down to get a drink or something. Oops.
I walk to my room and instantly turn on Spotify whilst taking out my maths book to start revising for the upcoming tests. As I pick out which playlist to listen to, my phone beeps and there's a message from a number I don't have saved.
-I don't think u realise what youve done fucking bitch I suggest you move on to some1 else before I start fucking up ur life again-
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Falling
أدب المراهقينA typical love story, where young Naomi comes across to meeting a charming, slightly older boy, he's slightly different to her, but she falls madly in love with him. Although things are quite hard from her at the moment as she just started school af...
