Jeans, an 'I Hate Monday's' shirt, and coding was what my morning consisted of. When we got to school, Nyla and I spent all of our time working on our website. Because it was only needed for our presentation, we only did summaries of two chapters in different books for some diversity. After the bell had gone, we scurried off to Language with Ms. Bleu.
"As you know, most of you should be or already have taken the S.A.T. So, these papers are a little practice for you." She said handing them out.
"This is the language section out of the 2002 Kaplan S.A.T prep book. It's a great purchase if you want to practice!" She informed.
Almost immediately, Nyla and I looked at each other and smiled. When she rested the paper on our desks, we just went at it. The whole class period felt like deja vu, up until my phone vibrated from within my pocket. Trying to not get caught, I took the phone out underneath my desk and glared at the screen, only to see his text.
"Made up your mind yet?" It read.
"I thought I gave my answer already!" I replied.
"You didn't seem too confident, so I had to make sure."
"Well, again I say No! Confident enough for you now?"
"Eh . . . Still some reluctance there!" "But don't sweat it, Sweats you'll come around!" He double-texted.
I looked up at him from the other side of the poster filled classroom and rolled my eyes. Then I took my phone and shut it down, and turned my black screen towards his direction. He smirked at my action, making the corners of my mouth raise.
From that point on I focused solely on the paper sitting in front of me. As we moved to our next class Nyla began to act strange, but Math was not the period to address strange behaviors. Algebraic expressions and its various properties were how we spent the hour. The topic was completely nerve-wrecking which made it even more impossible to chat. Luckily, I was saved by the recess bell before bursting a blood vessel trying to figure out what 2x + (2x)/(4)+(3x+y)/(3)=2 is worked out and simplified.
We walked out of class and she had this smirk on her face.
"Okay, why are you smiling?" I asked puzzled. Her smile only grew wider.
"Who were you texting?" She asked still smiling.
"I-- I asked you a question first!" I protested.
"Yeah, but your answer to MY question might answer yours." She said confusing me.
"What?" I scrunched my face.
"Just answer my question!" She said going serious now.
"L. . . . . It was Landon." I said playing with my fingers, and putting my head down to look at my shoes.
"But, why would that make you smile?" I said looking up at her.
"Because I already knew. I just wanted to hear you say it!" She laughed as I gave her a soft shove.
"I don't even know how he got my number, and he kept asking me to go out with him, and I said no but he insists that that I didn't mean it." I said as we continued walking through the halls.
"Did you?" She asked peering into my soul.
I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it close because quite frankly I didn't know how to respond.
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Precaution
Teen Fiction"I don't want to go anywhere, I have things to do!" "Life isn't always about fun and games you know. You have to think about the future!" I said. "Okay you're right. But think about this, why are we given life if we weren't supposed to...
