Somewhere In Between | Stydia

04

Chapter Four

You know the thoughts that we try to suppress but the harder we try not to think about them, the more we can't help it? That's what I'm dealing with right now. I'm trying so hard to focus on what the teacher is saying but a song by Twenty One Pilots seems to have another plans for me.

I have no idea why did that song get stuck in my head in the first place. I only listened to it like one time when it came on the radio , but as the teacher kept going on about The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, my mind was busy with the chorus of that song. I can't even remember it's name.

Oh, oh, I'm falling, so I'm taking my time

"When Andy described love, he simply said and I quote : 'People should fall in love with their eyes---

on my ride

"...Just close your eyes. Don't look."

Taking my time on my ride

God. I need to get a hold of myself.

It's like the song and what the teacher is saying are fighting for dominance over my mind. I can't handle it anymore. I directed my eyes to her face and focused on the movement of her lips. I always do that when I feel out of it in any class.

"Now, I need you to work in pairs, I'm not going to assign you guys you're too old for that." She gave us a smile then continued. "I need you guys to read and analyze the text to find 3 characteristics of Andy based on the way he's reflected his thoughts and beliefs in the first chapter. I want you guys to read between the lines and think out of the box."

I turned my head back to look at Jasmine only to find her already paired with Mason, a nerd in our class. I then roamed my eyes around trying to find me a partner and stopped when I felt a presence beside me.

"It seems like we have no one but each other." Stiles joked. He has the nerve.

"I'm not working with you." I strictly said.

"Look around you,Lydia. It's not like you have a choice. Everyone else has already found a partner." He answered back.

"I'm going to ask Mrs. Finch if I can work by myself." I said.

"Come one. You know that the teacher's not going to say yes to that and we have no time to waste. There's only like 20 minutes left." I still am not working with him.

"You know you're going to seem like an arrogant student who doesnt want to work with anyone because she think--

"Fine." I rolled my eyes when I saw the stupid smirk that took place on his face. I wouldn't agree that easily if it wasn't school related and I didn't care that much about my grades.

We were halfway done when I sneaked a glance at him. He looks paler than before, his rosy cheeks aren't rosy anymore. I looked back a second later. I don't want to risk getting caught looking at him. I don't want him to get the wrong impression. I don't want him to think that I still care.

When I took a glance at his hand, I got distracted by the fact that he was still wearing our matching bracelet. I paused and stop writing for a minute.

"You're still wearing the bracelet." The words flowed out of my mouth without my control. I couldn't hold them back.

He took a glance at my hand then said, "You haven't taken it off, either."

I flushed bright red when he mentioned that and looked down so he wouldn't catch on my nervousness. "You have a habit of stating the obvious."

"I wonder who rubbed that off on me." He answered back immediately.

"For your information I totally forgot about it. I didn't even realize that I'm still wearing it."

"I'm about to state the obvious again , Lydia." He stopped for a second then continued. "You can try to hide it as much as you want, but I know that you still care."

See, he did get the wrong impression.

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I'd say this day was a success. I've managed to stay awake in all of my classes even though the thought of sleeping was so tempting in Geology. It's so boring and I hate it with guts.

I'm lying on my bed waiting for Mom to come home to have lunch. I hate eating alone. I looked around me and noticed that my room is kind of messy. I think I'll tidy it up this Saturday.

I was scrolling through my Instagram trying to waste time when I received a message from Scott. Scott's one of my fewest friends. He used to go to our school but then decided to go after his dreams so he joined an art school. Even though he was in a different school, we still keep in touch. Distance didn't effect our friendship.

Hosting a small gathering at my house this saturdayy, think you can join in? X

I replied almost immediately,

Sure, what time? X

I think my plans to clean my room are cancelled. I have real plans now.

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