Rose's pov
I walk into the crowded school supply store, looking for new pencils and pens. I read the signs, until I find 'Writing Utensils', and walk down that way. I turn and go down turn.
I walk over to the pencils, and look up at all of them. I stand on my tippy toes to reach the pencils I want. I grab them, walking over to the pens. I look up at them and grab two packs of four black pens.
I start walking over to the register, looking down reading the package of pens. 'Longer lasting, dark ink, firm grip, ball poi-' .
I walk into a built frame, almost falling down, but still dropping the pencils and pens. I look down at the things I had dropped in embarrassment.
I bend down, and grab the three of the packages, standing up, and I tilt my head all the way up to look at the face of the frame of the person.
"Watch where your fuc-" he spats, cutting himself off, looking down at me.
I get a little better of a look at the man with stubble beard, black sunglasses, a black hoodie, and white snap back with his hood over it. I stare at his emotionless face, staring back at me
"I-I'm so sorry!" I say, getting nervous by his intimidating look, and I just I'm not good talking to people.
He just looks at me with it mouth slightly open, and I push a piece of hair behind my ear.
"It's fine" he says quickly says scurrying away behind me, until I could not see him anymore
I furrow my eyebrows, look behind me to see him gone. No where to be found.
"People are so weird these days" I whisper to myself, walking to the register, paying, walking out of the store, and walking home.
***
I walk out of the two big school doors, with my backpack on my shoulders, and a binder in my hand.
I start humming 'Treat You Better' by Shawn Mendes, take out my phone, to see no new messages.
"Hey!" Someone screams from behind me. I can tell it was a man but, I don't recognize the voice.
I stop in my tracks, slowly turning around to see the man I ran into the other day
Same glasses, same black hoodie with the hood, no snap back, with washed out jeans.
He runs to me and looks me straight in the face as he pants for oxygen from running. He bends down with hands on his knees
"Hey, sorry about yesterday. I just really need to talk to you" he say, in between trying to catch his breath.
"Oh hey," I pause for a minute, "how did you find me?" I question him, furrowing my eyebrows
"It's not about that- Can I please have your number?" He breathes looking straight at my face.
"Um...." I pause and think about how I have no idea who he is "sure" I stutter taking out a piece of my binder.
I rip a piece out, and grab one of my new pens out of my bag. I write down my number handing it to him.
"I'll text you later" he quickly says, throws a quick little smile, scurrying off from where he came.
"Well okay" I say to myself, still confused about pretty much everything that happened.
***
I walk to my closet, open the doors, finding some pajamas, throwing them on my bed.
I walk to my nightstand, plug my phone charger in the wall, grab my phone, and put it on.
I grab my pajamas, slipping my clothes off, then on my pajamas on, then playing with my hair.
