Tongue Slip

buzzz.... like a stubborn bee.

One bottle top.

Two bottle top.

Three bottle top.

Four bottle top.

Five bottle top.

Six bottle top.

Seven seven bottle top...

I hummed the song in my head as I made my way to school. A fake almost... Totally believable smile light my face.

I had woken up early just to practice on the smile and to pull up my self esteem.

I'm dressed in a pretty floral pull neck and black tights. My favorite ankle boots adorn my feet and a long necklace hangs down my neck and a blue green dragon fly glittered at the end of it just above my navel.

I had outdone my own self to this point and I must say I'm pretty proud of myself.

I made it to my locker in peace apart from the cliche glances from here and there.

"Look who finally showed up." Carlie says from behind me and I turn with a smile. It flickers for a second ad she glares at me but I pull through eventually.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." I smile and shrug.

Her eyes scrutinize me for long as she searches for something ...a clue maybe...

I forced out a grin and her eyes widened even more.

"What did you eat today?" She asked.

" Drank a cup or two of steaming black coffee." I shrugged ad if it was no big deal.

Turning back to my locker, I picked up the books for my classes and slammed it shut before Carlie recovered.

With fake and surprisingly infectious enthusiasm, I pulled Carlie's arm and turned to the direction of our homeroom.

"You are definitely going to spill..." Burf!!

She never got to finish because someone slammed into me causing me to fall hitting my head on the tiled school floor. Hr fell right on top of me.

Pain shot right through my head like a needle prick through my skull.

For those who know me know that I don't get along with those dreadful things. I hate them with a passion equivalent to Hell's inferno.

It takes a while before my vision clears and who would have guessed?

Roy.

My mouth dries up for a second as he offers his hand to me for to help me up.

"I'm sorry?" It comes out in more of a question.

He chuckles lightly and my stupid heart flatters in it's stupid cage.

"No I am sorry." He smiles . what I think is a genuine smile.

Now, I bet all if you know where and what cloud nine feels like.

But then let me put or out that our cloud Jones do not and never look alike.

Mine for instance feels like experiencing congenital insensitivity to pain. I feel unstoppable...invisible... Like...I'm going to die and come back to death? Pretty impossible but then it is...

It takes everything in me not to grin back like the silly lovey dovey crap that I am.

"So I'll see you around." He says and I realise that I have just missed his all speech to me.

I turn to the direction he went but he is already gone and the tardy bell also goes off on cue.

The rest of the day is pretty uneventful apart from this annoying buzz in my ear.

Classes end and I drag my feet away from the familiar lovely school halls that are way better than my empty house that awaits me.

"Hey.Autumn." some one yells from behind me and from what I gather there is a lot of pushing and shoving that he is doing to get to me.

But that does not mean I stand and look back or wait for him. I have a pretty good idea who it is and I'm sure you do too.

"Autumn please wait." He shouts and I quicken my pace.

"Autumn. We have to talk. We need yo talk." He says and suddenly he is beside me, walking.

He grabs my shoulder and turns me around way more gently than I would have liked. Not that I live being man handled, quite the contrary.

I stare at his hand on my shoulder. Hod fingers are short-ish and calloused, probably from too much fighting. His nails are well kept and short on close observation they are manicured. He wears a couple of rings on his fingers.

I can as well say who he is for those who have not yet guessed who it is.

The one and only...Jaycob Donovan Richardson.

He is hard to miss with I his hand like this. As a matter of fact he is impossible to miss him in a crowd.

With his height... He was always a head taller than everyone else around him, even as a little boy that I knew.

His big brown eyes that remind you of your favorite coffee and his muscular body gave him an aura that went way beyond sophisticated.

Depending on the kind of person you are, his charisma will either draw you to him or push you so far away.

"What do you want ?" I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended but I make no point of taking it back.

An emotion fleets through his eyes but disappears as quick ad it appeared.

"To talk?" He says his voice questioning afraid of my response.

I push his hand off my shoulder and step back.

"There is absolutely nothing to talk about."

"B..but we need to catch up a.
And all?" He says. His confidence wavering.

"The only thing there is to talk about is you leaving alone." I say and step farther back and he counter steps.

"You heard the lady...stay away." A new voice says and Roy steps in my line of vision.

Is there a cloud ten?

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Well, that was the beginning of the end. Like Hazel Grace says in John Green's book... There are many affinity...some affinities are bigger than others and some are smaller than others. You don't have to be a math magician to know that between zero and two is a bigger value than between zero and one.

All the same we should be grateful of the affinity we get because ours is always bigger than someone else's.

That day when Roy turned up. I knew something was up... My affinity was now being on count.

0.

0.00000000000000000.......1

And so forth.

That night in the eerie and scary silence in my room....I heard it...like a buzz...a buzz like a stubborn bee that stings.
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A/N

Thanks for reading my book.

I love you all.

Oh and I've not proofread any of my chapters so kindly bare with me.