Waiting Game

Hello! This is one of those New year, New story! type of things. This is my third story so far! I think i've personally done good so far, cause i'm just kind of experimenting with this all! So if your new here, there is something you should probably know, panda-creamers you know this already, but I love shocking chapters! I love how one minute you think you know how its going to end then the next thing is, something else tragic happens! I guess I just like proving people wrong. Song on side is Waiting Game, it's kinda based of of this song. Picture is of Cameron! The main girl character! Sending love your way!

-pandacream <3

Flashback-

I remember when I first entered high school. It was scary. So many people roaming around, barely any room in the halls. I remember the uppergrade's giving us tips about never ever standing in the middle of the hallway or stopping. Cause they called it dangerous.

I remember the first class I went into was my homeroom. I remember looking around at all the things that made this room a classroom. So many tools and boards with writing all over them. The teachers told us not to be late to class or forget anything. Cause they called it dangerous.

I remember my first encounter with a girl who wanted to be friends. I cowered and left her standing there alone. I felt stupid. She was offering to be friends with me and I turned her down. I then remember eating lunch in the library alone. I remember seeing this group of boys come in with silly string and whatnot's. I still remember the leader, I was guessing, coming up to me and spraying me with it. I remember yelling at him then I never forgot how I drew attention to us from the librarian and we got in detention. The boy said it was not my or his scene. Cause he called it dangerous.

I remember seeing, him, for the first time. I remember him sitting there is awe glory. He had friends sitting around him in detention. I was sitting behind him with the boy with silly string sitting next to me. I remember sighing at the back of his head while he laughed at one of his friends jokes. The silly string boy told me to not mess with him. Cause he called him dangerous.

All of my high school life so far, I was reminded of how dangerous somethings were.

But why not take a risk?

I always asked myself that but never ever acted on it. 

I couldn't be caught standing in the hall. I couldn't be caught forgetting work in my classes. I couldn't be caught back in detention. And I most certainly couldn't be caught with him. Mr.dangerous.

So why was I so drawn to him then?