Crazy Love (Norminah)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A/N: I was going to post this tomorrow but instead I decided to post it early.. if you like what you read so far Comment & Vote😏 Stay tuned because shit is about to get real in this story!

It's Monday, the best day of the week in my opinion. Why? Because I know that on a Monday I share two classes with her. After not seeing her for almost two days, I look forward to going back to school, to see her more. On a weekend I only see her briefly, she sometimes takes her little brother to the park around 10am. Every Saturday night at approximately 7pm, the delivery guy pulls up outside of her house to deliver the pepperoni pizza she ordered. I see her answering the door in a baggy top and a pair of shorts, she always looks beautiful, especially in those glasses of hers. Quite often she leaves her pizza, she throws it in the trash can on a Sunday morning after deciding she doesn't want to eat it cold. I like to take the pizza home with me. I don't eat it or anything, I just sit with it for a while, knowing she's touched it as I see the teeth marks. I know it's not her brothers pizza, or her mom or dads, they usually share a Margarita, only she likes the pepperoni, it's the only pizza I eat now.

It's September, school started two weeks ago, thank god. I hate the school holidays, it means I don't get to see her as much as I want. Her family always go on vacation for about three weeks, it kills me watching her leave. They don't go far, only to visit her grandparents in New York. It could be worse, they could leave the country like they did two years ago, that completely killed me. New York nice though, I've been there a few times to see her, her grandparents house seems nice, from what I've seen from the outside anyways.

I leave the house early this morning, 1 hour early. I used to leave the house just 10 minutes before school started but that had to change, she started arriving earlier. Band class changed their times, usually they would start straight after school and sometimes at lunch. Since Mr. Cowell took over the club though, they now also have meetings in the morning. I usually don't see much from standing outside the door, but the quick glance I give her as I walk slowly by makes it so worth it arriving early.

I arrive at SinClair at 7am. The schools empty as always, the only people around at this time are the teachers, the janitor and of course the Band class. I walk through the long narrow hallways and stop when I reach my locker. I enter the combination into my locker and retrieve my English book, if anyone asks I always make up the excuse that I'm catching up on late homework. I can't have anyone knowing that I arrive at school just to see her. I just can't. I check my appearance in the small pink mirror attached to the inside of my locker door. I look hot as always. My long black hair is tied up in a ponytail, my brown eyes that often changes colors based on my mood they stand out even more with the new mascara I'm wearing. I'm wearing red lip balm, it makes my lips look even more kissable and plump. I rub my lips together and smile at myself through the mirror, I'm about to see her. I straighten out my cheerleader uniform and adjust the collar of my jacket before closing my locker door and walking further down the hallway.

Before I know it, I'm standing outside of the band room. I quickly peek through the small window and search the room looking for her. It doesn't take me long to notice her, she's sitting on one of the blue chairs right at the back. She's reading something, I don't know what it is but I'm sure I'll find out later. She looks beautiful. She's wearing her usual clothing, a knitted jumper with animals on and a pair of dark blue jeans. Her long blonde hair is falling down her shoulders covering a part of her face. Her thick square glasses start to slip down her nose so she quickly pushes them back up, I'm smiling at how adorable she looks. My favourite part about her is those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. They're breathtaking, she's breathtaking. She likes to sit by herself whilst the others sing and talk amongst themselves. Usually she sits and reads, sometimes she participates by singing or dancing with the others, but nothing makes her happier than just watching the people around her. A few seconds later, I see her look up from the book she's reading, she's watching a girl named Zendaya sing a song by Whitney Houston.