The next day passes by hectically as I fall back into the normal rhythm of the school day. I had to retake three tests in my study hall because I was gone and I missed the meeting for the school newspaper. We're printing in one week! I have so much homework I have to make up when I get home. But, as I think about how I spent my day yesterday, the amount of homework doesn't seem like so much.
I walk down the hall to my sociology class with a goofy grin on my face, not paying attention to those around me.
"Wow, she's smiling for once," says one guy.
"It's like a miracle," responds the girl next to him. I keep walking. It isn't until I get into a bathroom that I realize that I had skipped right past my class. Crap! I'm gonna be late! I look at myself in the mirror for two seconds the bolt to my class, nearly beating the bell. Unfortunately, I'm late by the slimmest of a second.
"Rosina! You're late!" My teacher is standing at the front of the class already having the students take out their notes. Ugh, private schools.
"Yes, ma'am. I recognize that I am. I will proceed to take my seat." We were obligated to speak to our teachers the way someone would talk to the president. Except they're more mean.
"No, miss, you won't. You will be heading to the office. Immediately!" By this point, the whole class has stopped everything they're doing just to stare at me. I can feel my face flame up all the way to my ears. I nod and tread out of the class in pure embarrassment. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I freak out.
"No, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! I miss one day of classes and I've become some sort of rebel!" I breath heavily until I realize something. "This is Luke's fault. This is Luke's fault!" Suddenly my anger moves from myself to a certain someone and a glare sets in my facial features.
My glare stays there the whole day. It stays up to the office. It stays on my way to the detention hall. It stays as I open the door. Once I see who's in the room, the glare hardens, then turns into worry. Scanning the room, I see that the room is made up of delinquents and slackers. Is this what I've become? No. It's what Luke made me. I'm going to kill him. The glare returns.
~★~
"You! This is all your fault!" I point at the culprit as I storm out of the detention hall, catching him at his locker with some guys. His stupid lopsided smile is graced on his face as he lets out a hearty laugh. He slowly turns to look at me with his huge grin still on his face. As I get closer and closer, his friends move farther and farther from him. They all start whispering about something.
"You okay there, Rosie?" he asks, chuckling. I feel my eye start to twitch.
"Am I okay? Because of you, I had to make up three tests, I missed the newspaper meeting which, mind you, prints in one week, I have loads of homework, I was late to my last class and was in the detention hall with Ricky Stanley who wouldn't stop asking me if I've ever thought about being straight, because for some reason he thinks I'm a LESBIAN! Not saying that there's anything wrong with being one it's just that I'm no--"
"Hold on. How did I make you late to your class? I haven't seen you all day. Unless... you were thinking about me," He winks at me and smirks. That godforsaken smirk. I freeze. He's right. I was thinking about him. He didn't make me late. Oh, no.
"Wait," one of the guys butts in, "you're not a lesbian?" I turn slowly towards him. As soon as he sees my face he cowers, but still looks at me.
"Why would you think that?" I ask him.
"Well, nobody's ever seen you with a dude. Or with anyone for that matter," he says quietly. This guy is six feet tall and built like a bodybuilder, why does he seem scared of me? I glare at him, then move my attention to Luke. I stare at him and he stares back. We glare at each other for what seems like ten minutes, tension increasing by the second. I grunt and walk away from the group and hurry to my locker.
'Did he see me blush? Maybe I was obvious about it? I shouldn't be blushing. I don't even know him.' I'm too busy paying attention to my thoughts to realize that there was something, or someone, coming up behind me. I turn around and shrink in fear until I see that it's only a small freshman girl. I look her up and down wondering what she could possibly want. The nervous girl asks if I could tutor her. Knowing that I'm at the top of the class, she was scared to ask, but I accept. The look on her face is priceless. Tutoring could take my mind of some things.
~★~
I arrive home at about 5:30 pm. After tutoring the freshman, who's name is Bailee Statfield, for an hour, we went out to get some ice cream and chit chat. I argued that it would be wrong of me to tutor someone without getting to know them. Now I'm at home, ready to settle down and do some of my housework. As soon as I reach my living room, however, I notice a brown box sitting in the middle of the floor. I pace around it a little.
"Who could it be from?" I ask myself aloud. Slowly, I inch towards it as if it were a bomb. I reach out to it and finally, I take hold of it. Now that it's in my arms, I open it hastily. Looking in, I see a note along with a new pair of bunny slippers. "What on..." My sentence trails off in confusion. May as well read the note.
I take the note and read it out loud.
"Hey, Rosie," it reads. How did he make it into this school with such trivial grammar mistakes. "I'm sorry that I made you take three tests and miss your newspaper thing. As for the being late to class, I really don't think that's on me. Either way, I got you these slippers to make it up to you. I know you walk a lot and having something comfortable to walk in might help you out a little." I feel a slight pang in my chest. "How sweet. Oh, wait." Something at the bottom of the page catches my attention.
"P.S. I didn't know what size you are so I took something that made sense to me. P.P.S You look cute when you... blush." NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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Hello everyone! I know I'm terrible. I don't try to be, it just comes naturally. But hey, at least a new chapter's up, right? 1168 words!! Well, I'm going to sleep because I have a massive essay that I need to work on tomorrow in the morning so...
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Broken Rose
Fiksi RemajaRose Waters, 17, private school, valedictorian. Growing up, she always felt alone. Her parent's never cared. Friends only wanted something superficial. Money couldn't buy happiness. She slowly became used to it, even moving out of her parent's hous...
