Violet POV
After I parked my car, I started heading for the buses. There were three of them lines up in a row in front of the school building, I started to get in line for the first one when I heard my name being called.
"Violet! Over here!" I recognized the voice as Ryan's. I quickly scanned over the other two lines until I found him in the next one, near the front.
"Hey Ryan" I said to him when I met up with him in the line. A few kids sneered at me, being that I just cut them off and they now have a lesser chance at a good seat. I turned my attention back to Ryan. He looked at my face and tilted his head,
"What?" I asked, feeling a little insecure.
"Are you wearing different makeup today?" He asked easing my tension a little
"Well, a little I guess..." I responded shyly. I never really wanted to look fake but I did frequently wear a little bit on, not for others, for myself.
"This isn't because of our date later is it? Because honestly, you look smokin all the ti-" He started but got cut off by a teacher asking for our names with a clipboard
"Ryan Howling" He started while pointing to himself, then pointed to me, "And Violet Shoemaker". The lady looked down at the list for a second before checking off our names and nodding us into the bus.
Ryan was in front of me so he picked the seat we sat in, around the middle of the bus. I usually prefer the window seat but I didn't feel like making a scene.
"How did you get here so early?" I asked him. I thought I was an early bird but he must have gotten here 20 minutes ago to get that far up in line.
"Well unlike some people, I don't put on pounds of makeup to be pleased with my appearance" He said. Sometimes I will admit that he can get a little big headed, but everyone has there flaws. Mine happens to be having to get perfect scores on everything. Hell, I'd rather have high confidence in myself then that any day.
"Well that, and you're a guy so..I would hope not" I joked back and we both started laughing as the bus filled in.
When we got to the museum it was pretty much the same routine; Walk around as you wish and 'look with your eyes, not your hands' rule . Ryan decided to have a little fun with this trip though, making it seem that he was fully interested in ever single piece we passed by.
"Hmm yes, this one really speaks to me" He said in a 'serious' tone making me laugh. The painting literally looked like something my baby cousin would cough up after eating those gross jarred vegetables. I looked up at the sign above that read 'Modern Art'
"Yeah, art" I mumbled causing Ryan and I both to chuckle.
"So, where are we going later?" I asked, trying to draw the attention away from anything but this museum.
"Marco's Pizza, its right off the highway" He said and I nodded, smiling. "Please tell me even brainiacs like you, like pizza right?" He asked and I slapped his arm,
"I am human Ryan!" I said and he shrugged while smiling. We walked past the restrooms so I stopped him.
"Ill be right back" I said to him and he nodded. Right before I was about to walk through the door to the lady's room i got this weird feeling, I felt dizzy. I turned around to see Ryan watching me carefully,
"You okay?" He asked. For a second I felt like this would be the last time I would see him. Why does this keep happening to me today?
"Yeah, just don't...don't go anywhere" I said to him
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Trapped
Teen Fiction17 year old Violet and 18 year old Conner have finally reached their senior year in High School. This isn't such a big deal for Violet, being a consistent honer student. Conner however, having had a record of poor efforts and a year stayed back in m...
