It was... the Little Things

Brownies

The ear splitting ring of the bell was oh so familiar, time for first period. I got up from high stool of the art room that made me look taller than I already am, yes people(also known as Nathaniel who was well over a foot shorter than me) hated me for it. Oh well.

I was still in the morning blues but the idea of math perked me up, not because I had Wallace (insert gag here) but because I had a whole seventy minutes to spend with Sam.
Oh math, the subject of love. Okay that sounded better in my head.

As I got up I adjusted my skirt that luckily hadn't climbed up too high while I was sitting. Getting my occasional bout of OCD I spent about a minute making sure that the chair was pushed in perfectly, and then I allowed myself to walk out of the room, by this time everyone, including Char who was a stickler for punctuality, had already left for class. Excluding, the mafia of future banana sellers that blocked my path as they walked at a pace that even a snail would look down on.

I squirmed past them, triumph coursing through my blood before I got a face full of jacket.

I scoffed and gasped for air, my dramatic show earning a chuckle from the idiot in front of me.

"Sorry about that, but the jacket wants what the jacket wants," said Tristen, clearly desecrating a beautiful saying

"Well your jacket can take its wants somewhere else, I'm late"

I paced down the open corridor of the art block and trekked  down the irregular concrete stairs that lead to the English department, the steady sound of heavy footsteps rang in the air as I made my way through a wave of students. Yah take your sweet time, it's not like I have a class to get to with a teacher who already hates me, oh wait....I do.

I yelped for air at the base of the steps, silently cursing the mafia who had somehow managed to overtake me again.

I literally ran down the stuffy corridor, heavy with the aroma of mystery food from the cafeteria, panting as I trudged past the brightly colored bulletin board, meters away from my maths room.

But before I could squirm in between an open space of not human filled corridor, something tugged at my sleeve.

"Tristen what do you want now!?" I yelled on my last nerve

"Whoa! What did I do!?"

I felt a tinge of guilt induced blush creep against my cheek, "sorry, but I'm late so..."

"No you're not, there's a line of students outside your math room, so class hasn't started yet"

I turned my face to where he was pointing, and indeed a queue of anxious students waited against the wall, "huh...I guess you're right and- wait....how did you know that was my class!?"

My guard was up initiating stalker protection mode, "I overheard someone say that that was top class, and I assumed that you would be in it"

I was slightly impressed that he knew of my renowned brain, "well assumption correct I guess"

"You guess?"

"Fine, I know! Happy?"

"Very"

"So now will you leave me alone?"

"Oh wanna talk to your boyfriend eh?" He said grinning cheekily

I rolled my eyes and began walking but before I could I felt someone lifted the strap of my backpack and hoisted it over my shoulder, sure enough the backpack fell to the ground. And if that wasn't enough, oh here comes the good part, the hand yanked at the strap of my sports bag that also fell to the tiled floor in a pool of purple fabric.

I whipped around, eyes blazing, so sure of who had done that, "Tristen! Why!? Just...Why!?"

He stood there staring at me with those deep brown eyes and merely shrugged at my outburst, "it felt like the right thing to do"

No words.

I bent down and picked up my bags, not bothering to look up, I stormed down the corridor in a haze of my own fury. My ears picked up a familiar voice calling my name but I didn't bother looking back this time. At this point I really was late. Stupid Tristen.

I stalked into the classroom just in the nick of time, Wallace gave me a much expected glare, which I cleverly avoided and shifted my eyes towards my seat.

Sam's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he blatantly ignored Nathaniel to stand up and envelope me in a hug.

I hugged back just as tight until someone cleared their throat in the background

"Let's keep the PDA to the back of the maths block Mr and Mrs Pickette," said Wallace which conducted a chorus of laughter in the class. I savored his comment, Kaisley Pickette, not too bad.

Sam and I sat down, making goo goo eyes at each other practically the whole time Wallace explained limits of accuracy. What? I already knew the shit, you think that I'd start the new school year without studying half the syllabus on my own, I mean, have you even read this book?

Can't say the same for Sam though, who I was worried I was distracting. I didn't want him to fail on my account. Eh, he'll catch on.

"So do you wanna chill at break time," he suggested

"Don't you want to be with your friends?"

"Axel? I'd much rather be with you that talk about his imaginary genitals"p
I had to control myself from bursting out laughing at that, "O-oh my g-gosh! That's so mean!"

"Jokes, jokes, jokes"

"Yah I know"

"My friends won't mind if I spend a little time with my girlfriend"

Huhhhh, girlfriend. I loved it when he said that...

"I'll just hang with them at lunch to make up for it"

"Okay"

"I can't wait for you to try my brownies"

"Brownies?"

"Yah my mum made them"

I frowned at that, "you never liked brownies when we were younger"

"Really?" He said absentmindedly

"Yah...I brought brownies in for my eighth birthday and you didn't touch one"

"Oh," he said with a straight face, "guess I changed my taste"

"Mmmm"

So he like brownies now? Eh, tastes change all the time I guess. Can't wait to try these infamous brownies.

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Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! Cute chapter hey? What do yah think of Tristen? Annoying? Idiotic? Ludicrous? Pain in the rear end
Keep reading to find out more:)

-Kanishka1206