Selena is a 17-year-old ordinary girl with not so many friends and a crush on the most popular guy in the school. What happens when Selena gets to have her dreams come true with her long time crush Justin? Most importantly, what is she going to do w...
A/N: Below is, as you can see, my man with his school style. Looking hot as fuck like always. Anyways, enjoy the chapter. :)
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~Chapter II: Invisible~
Only one day away from Friday, and I absolutely have no energy to do work right now. I feel so tired and can't find the concentration to pay attention to what the teacher is showing on the board, though I'm listening to everything she's saying. Awkward right?
I didn't see him in school today. I wonder if he's late or simply not choosing to come to school again. Like always... I just want the best for him, I don't know why he's choosing to ruin his life... Only if I could be by his side no matter what, I'd try so hard to make sure he has everything together. I'd sacrifice myself and everything that I have so that he doesn't get in trouble. But he doesn't know that. I bet if he did, he would just make fun of me and my feelings. I guess it's the best that he doesn't know. I'd rather have him not know anything than to see the guy I love laughing at my face for loving him.
I took a deep breath and continued to scribble in my notebook, lately, I've been trying to write lyrics like I always did, but it wasn't working out. I didn't know how to express my feelings in my lyrics, and it was getting really frustrating. I always wrote lyrics to talk about him, and those songs and the lyrics were the only things that I had that was "him", and now I didn't even have those. Perks of going to an Arts high school is that you can actually show your talents, and pursue your hobbies while at school. But now that I can't write lyrics I don't know how I'd be able to feel him, how I'd be able to pursue my dreams. Singing was the one other thing that made me feel better about myself other than thinking about him.
As I continued to scribble in my notebook I heard my name being called by Mrs. Johnson.
- "Selena Marie Gomez!" She screamed with her very aggravating voice. I looked up after rolling my eyes.
- "Yes, Mrs. Johnson. I'm listening." As I looked Mrs. Johnson in the eye, I saw Hailey looking at me, I hated her. Justin loved her, and so I hated her.
- "Since you were listening, why don't you tell us the answer to the question I asked the whole class." I know she's thinking that I'm not going to be able to answer her question because I "wasn't" listening. Well, she's wrong.
- "Napoleon Bonaparte was the one that started the coup d'État on November 9th, 1799, it is also known as the coup of Brumaire. It ended the French Directory and put the French Consul in charge allowing him to be a dictator. Anything else I need to answer?" I could see how mad Mrs. Johnson was. She must feel salted.
- "No that's good enough, now, on with the notes." Yeah, on with the notes.
I believe about fifteen minutes later, the bell rung, Mrs. Johnson left the room and I slowly packed my things up. As I walked to the door to leave the class I heard my name being called by a very familiar voice. His voice.
