Hailey's POV:
I was sitting in the psychology class and my phone kept vibrating continuously. I looked over Ms. Susans who was seemly totally focused on her papers, so I grabbed my phone from my table and opened it.
There was a bunch of new messages for.. Justin, how surprising!
Justin: Hi, Hailey. I just thought would
you like to come over later
tonightJustin: you know that we have some
unfinished business to do ;)Justin: Come on! Check out your
phone. You have been online
just 3 minutes agoJustin: stop ignoring me :(
Justin: Babygirl, daddy doesn't like
the way you ignore him..I looked around and hoped that nobody saw those messages. When I was sure that the way was clear, and nobody saw me using my phone I typed him back:
Hailey: Stop! I'm in the class
Justin: Finally you answered!
Justin: Oh, well then you have to
be quick ;)Justin: answer the question!
I was answering him bsck when I heard a cough next to me. I raised my head and met Ms. Susans angry face. "So this is how you will pass the course? What have I said about using phones in the class?" she looked me disappointed.
"Sorry, Ms. Susans but I had to answer my mom. She got one really important thing to tell.." I mumbled to her. "Oh, well then it's a different thing, but please ask next time a permission to that, Ms. Dean" I nodded her back lightly.
It felt so bad to lie Ms. Susans when she was maybe one of my favorite teachers here, and to be honest I think that she liked me too. If it is someone else using phone, she'd have kicked her or him out right away, but when it was me...
But I didn't want use that privilege too much. It would have made others jealous and hate me, and that was the last thing I wanted.
"I almost got caught thanks to you, asshole!" I texted him back annoyed. "Well not my problem. Answer the question and I will leave you alone" he texted back.
"Fine, I come over later" I answered him and got a long streak of smiley face back. After that I closed my phone and continued my essay which everyone else had almost finished already.
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"Someone is famous" I heard a voice behind me when I was placing my books to my locker. It was Marcus. I looked him asking, what he meant. "Those text messages which you sent in the class" he chuckled while he opened his own locker which was just few lockers away from mine.
"They weren't for your mom, right?" he said but didn't give me an eye contact. I stood quiet. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone but whoever that guy was, he's lucky as fuck" Marcus commented to me before he left. I tried say something back but my words had stuck in my mouth as one big mess ball.
I walked to the dining room after other students. When I had got my food, which was today carrot soup with ginger, I moved to sit in the table where we usually spent every of our lunch times. Five minutes later Charlotte sat down there too. It was time to share the gossips of the day.
"Anything new?" Charlotte asked and took a bite of her bread. I shook my head and swallowed my food before I was able to say anything. "Nothing really this time" I told. "Well I have something then. Have you heard about that theme evening yet which older students will organize?"
I shook my head and moved closer to her. "Tell me more..." I said quietly. "Well, I don't know much either but I heard how some students talked about that in our geology course earlier today.." she said and I nodded back.
"Did you hear anything about the theme yet?" I asked. Charlotte just shook her head. "Nope, but I think that it might be as stupid as last year, maybe even more stupid" she rolled her eyes.
Last year had been terrible, they say. Thankfully I wasn't here on that day. Older students had told everyone dress up as one of the character of Hunger Games, and almost every girl were Katniss and well, most of boys didn't dress up at all.
I hoped that this year the theme would be better since now I was sble to go there too. The bell rang and we hurried out of the dining room to class. Hopefully the teacher would be late this time so we would miss it.
We ran to the hallway and noticed still open door to math class and Mrs. Green walking toward it. We started run and we won. We sat down on our places just before she stepped in and greeted the class.
"Today we'll learn more about logarithm and do some application exercises about it" Mrs. Green told and started write something on the board. Fuck, I hissed quietly. This will be a long 2 hours.
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Charlotte had got a permission to borrow her sister's car these next three days which meant for me, no walking back to home. There wouldn't be problem at all of that but the forecast had promised rainy days for a whole week.
Charlotte drove me back home and I thanked her before I stepped out of the car and walked inside my home. Mom has been in the night shift so I had to move quietly so I wouldn't wake her up. I put my backpack on the couch and grabbed my mug from cupboard, and poured some coffee which mom had seemly made.
I had became some kind of coffee addict during these last weeks. I just couldn't live without it. I closed my eyes and let the perfect taste fill my mouth. I felt shivers, it was that good.
Vibrations against my stomach. Stomach, I thought and opened my eyes quickly and realized that they came from my phone which was on my hoodie pocket.
"Hailey" I answered not looking who the caller was. "Did you already forget what you promised?" I said low voice asking other side of the line. "I saw you coming back home like 10 minutes ago already.." he continued.
I giggled and looked the clock. "Okay okay, I'll just change something better on, okay? I don't feel too comfortable on that outfit" I told. "It doesn't matter because you probably know where those clothes will end up anyways" I blushed over his words.
"I know... I'm on my way" I whispered the end and hoped that my mom was really like sleeping, or we would be probably talking about this later if she hear this conversation. However, I didn't have time to check that thing out. I had to hurry up to Justin's place.
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Three Knocks
FanfictionNobody have ever knocked their door three times. None, before he came around, that man with brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Three knocks, not more or less, always Everytime.