The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us | Chapter Two

A week has passed, filled with tons of awkward eye contact with Aston and even more dysfunctional family moments. I sighed and slammed my locker shut, walking down the hall silently, without Ver by my side; I was a turtle who never came out of its shell.

Veronica claims she's sick with bronchitis. And I claim that she just doesn't want to study for finals this week. Hours and hours of revising, I didn't blame her. But I do blame her for leaving me at school by my damn self.

'Maybe you can talk to Aston, he will keep you company. ;)' Veronica text, I rolled my eyes and ignored her. As if I'm going to initiate an acquaintanceship with Aston West. I'd probably grow a dick first.

I pushed my phone in the back pocket of my skinny jeans and went to first period, giving myself a pep talk. I will not fall asleep, I will not fall asleep.

"Hello, Miss Anderson, care to join us?" My English teacher asks sarcastically as she slammed a hammer down onto my desk. Awakening my from my slumber. That pep talk really helped.

"Yeah sure." I muttered grumpily, and giving her a glare. These tests were just end of course, nothing important, so why do they make such a big deal about it?

"Well I'd suggest you do, you're a very good writer Penelope. I'd hate to see a talent like yours go to waste." She said, a disappointed look on her face.

"Alright. Sorry." I muttered, sitting up straight and flinching from the harsh lighting.

"Now, for the rest of class, I want you to find your grammar word sheets and go over them with a class mate. Don't have them? I'll pick you a partner. Got it? Good." And then desks started moving and chatter started going all around the room, as if we were back in middle school again. I sighed and put my head back down.

"Penelope! Revise with Aston!" Ms Banks yelled, I groaned and realized what she said. My eyes widened and I looked around the classroom until the first awkward eye contact of the day happened. Since when was he in this class?

I begrudgingly got up out of my chair and gave Ms. Banks a pitiful look, begging for mercy. "Go on! There isn't anything wrong with him." She said, glaring.

I rolled my eyes, of course there wasn't anything wrong with him. It's just awkward as fuck, hoe.

"Hi." I said, giving him a halfassed smile. He looked up and nodded his head at me, like that acknowledgement nod, I hated that nod. "I'm that girl that bumped into you the other day, remember?"

He turned towards me again and frowned. "Yeah. So?"

"Oh my god. Ms Banks! Can't I just go print me off another copy?" I yelled, tearing myself away from a more awkward almost-conversation.

"Nope, should've kept up with yours." She said, not even looking up from her flip phone.

"Should've kept up with that damn hair, it's almost gone." I muttered quietly so she couldn't head. I looked over and seen Aston with a hint of a smile on his face, then shake his head and look over to me.

"That was mean."

"Who said I was nice?" I asked, then realized I was talking to him. I frowned and went over the last few seconds. What the fuck? I'm a dumbass.

"Well... The shirt you're wearing says 'I'm nice'." He said, gesturing towards my shirt. I looked down and frowned.

"I'm pretty sure it's sarcastic." I shrugged, smiling.  I looked down at my outfit and shook my head--was this really what I'm wearing right now? A fucking t-shirt, black zip up, and skinny jeans. How fucking plane, Penelope.