Love Not Spoken

Chapter 1

~Love Not Spoken~

Chapter 1

[Angie's POV]

"When I grow up, I'm going to marry you," a six years old boy proposed.

The girl smiled a toothy smile, "Me too!"

The boys lifted his pinky up. The girl did the same.

"Pinky Promise!" they announced and both of their pinkies curled around each other, making it official.

"Angie! Angela Levine!"

Both of my eyes popped open at the screeching voice of my best friend that went through my ear, echoing in my head.

I groaned as I rub my eyes, "What do you want?"

I sat up from my comfy, warm bed and pushed my blonde hair out of my face. Becca, being Becca, was standing in front of my bed, crossing her arms, saying, "You're going to be late."

Half asleep, I didn't bother to listen. "You're. Going. To. Be. Late." she repeats, but louder.

I dropped my head to my soft like heaven pillow, "So what if I'm going to be la-." My eyes popped open once again, "LATE?!"

I jumped up from my bed and practically sprinted to my bathroom. Not bothered to look at my hair in the mirror, I quickly brushed my teeth and ran back out to my room, "Why the hell did you not wake my up earlier?"

"Hey! I did," Becca paused, "15 minutes ago!"

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"Great! Now we're going to be late!" I blamed her.

"Girl, don't blame me for everything! You're the one that didn't want to wake up."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

As I looked out the passenger seat window, I saw our school pass by us, "Becca! Becca! You passed it!"

She quickly stepped onto the break and spinned the steering wheel around, making me bang my head on the window, creating a bump appear on my head.

By the time I got to sit right, I saw the skid marks her car made behind us, "You drive like a maniac!"

"Well, do you want to go to school or not?"

"Well, um, yeah," I nodded my head twice, seeing her point.

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"Mr. Park, we are so sorry we were late!" I pleaded as I just intereupted his lesson.

The man sighed, "It's alright, Angela. You've been doing this since the beginning of the year. The class all knew you were going to be late."

"Me?" I asked, confusion spreading across my face, "What about Becca?"

"Rebecca is always late because of you," he stated matter of factly, "There will be detention waiting for you again this week."

"Yes, sir," I huffed. Looking around for a free seat, I spotted an empty one beside Daniel. A smile appeared on my face as I walked closer and closer to the destined chair. Lucky me!

"Hey," I whispered to Daniel as I sat down in the seat.

He looked over to me, giving me his signature cute smile, "Sup."

I searched my head, trying to find something to talk about, "So...what did I miss?"

"The fact that we have a test on algebra next week."

"What?!" I whisper-shouted.

"Angela, do you have something to share with the class?" Mr. Park asked, with a hint of if-you-do-it-again-you're-next-stop-is-the-office tone.

"No..." I began, "Well, actually yes."

The class giggleed.

"What is it, Angela."

"Why do we have a test next week?"

"Because I decided to."

"'But what if some of us still doesn't understand it yet?"

"Then ask for someone to tutor you."

"But I didn't say it was me."

"You just admitted it.'

"No I di-."

"You're wasting my class time, Angela."

"But-."

"Ah, ah, ah," Mr. Park wiggled his finger.

"Sorry," I apologize, embarrassed.

The class giggled some more.

"Quiet down!" he told the class. The class became silent. "Back to our lesson. Algebra is the...." I zoned out as Mr. Park continued to teach. I placed my elbow on the desk and laid my head on it, thinking about things that have no relation to what the teacher was currently talking about.

The dream I had this morning was still playing in my head. Why did I dream about that? It happened so long ago.

"When I grow up, I'm going to marry you..."

My mind kept playing it over and over like a broken record. Too bad the promise was broken. It'll never come true. I bet he'd already forgotten about me.

Thinking about the brown haired boy, my eyes landed on Daniel.

Daniel Evans: aka, Danny

His brown hair reminded me of the boy in my dream, but that can't be him because the boy had moved away. There's no way its him. I let out a long sigh. I wish it was him, though.

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"Angie! Wait up!"

I turned around and my hair ended up whacking some dude trying to open their locker.

"Sorry," I apologized.

The guy mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't bother to listen. Danny was walking up to me.

"Hey," he spoke.

"H-hi," I stuttered with a blush beginning to form on my cheeks, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Angie, I was thinking if you could reteach me the lessons Mr. Park taught us on algebra. I didn't quite get it."

"S-sure," I answered, "No problem." My heart was pounding like crazy, a thousand a minute if possible. He's talking to me!!!

"Thanks." he gave me a punch on my shoulder and added a little wink at the end, "Hey, I've got to go, but see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure, okay, I'm totally fine with that." I stood in the middle of the hallway watching him getting further and further away from me as a smile slowly creeped up to my lips. He talked to me! He touched me! He punched me! Ow! But it's Danny, so who cares!

Giggling like a little girl receiving presents on Christmas day, I skipped down the hallway to my next class.

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