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Chapter 2: Her eyes

Four thirty... four thirty is the latest I can get up and let me tell you, it sucks. Half the time in the shower I catch up on sleep and if it wasn't for the constant ringing of my mother's work phone I'd pass out in there. My grey tee with the heart on the shirt pocket and some regular black skinnies would be my look today for this early Thursday I pull on my dark green beanie.

Walking down stairs was more of a drag and having to go back up because I forgot my jumper was even worst. When I open my door I realize my curtains are halfway open and through them I see the girl climbing back up the green branches. 'Was she out all night?'

Mum thought she could bring some sort of smile to my face with a sack lunch but as soon as she left the kitchen out went the bag in the bin. Two dollars for a cut in the take out was better than a ham sandwich.

Finding parking wasn't exactly easy there was always that one SUV to take up two spaces and have his friends around. The back would have to do. When I get out of the car I see Lydia talking to a half asleep Mia. Lydia was pointing her finger in her face and talking almost loud enough I could hear it. With an eye roll from Mia she tilts her head towards me, when she sees me she straightens up.

Her eyes are brown. She continues to look at me but I feel my stomach jump so I look away and reach in the car for my bag. When I look back up she's looking at Lydia while she talks inches from her face. Lydia flipped her perfectly curled hair and stalked away in her red heels. Mia pushed her back pack on and begins walking. I tried my best to catch up with her and once I finally did it's like she was deaf. Annoyed I turned her around. Her face said it all; confused and utterly surprised.

"I was talking to you don't you hear m-," as I was exclaiming she held up her index finger to shut me up and I did. She took off her hood and tucked her straight hair back behind her ear and that's when I felt like an idiot.

With a switch she turned on her hearing aid making a small red light appear showing it was on. She brought back the hair and it covered it and put on her hood with one glance her eyes flashed blue. I freeze.

"I-I'm so sorry I-I" I was lost for words, all those deaf jokes and not hearing me jokes I made, made me feel rude and idiotic. And what the hell was that with her eyes. I walked away as fast as I could, probably making myself look stupid. Once lost in the field of cars I looked back to see her. She reached back to her ear and probably turned the piece off, shrugged her bag up more. She pulled up her hood and looked down so her face was hidden; she started to walk like nothing happened.

The bell rang and I looked at my schedule with my hands lightly shaken up by her eyes. Since I missed 1st yesterday I had no idea where it was. 'Library' great my day will start off with reading. When I got there the teacher was leaning back in her chair with her mouth open asleep. There were only 6 other students sat at the tables, each at their own. I walked towards the back when I noticed her, 'great just my luck'.

I sat at the table one row away from her and looked around, 2 of the 6 kids were just like the teacher... sleeping and the rest were on their phones and ear buds, studying or doing work they forgot from the other day.

Somehow I could feel her looking at me and I didn't want to turn and have that awkward stare thing again. I pulled out my phone and earphones and joined the rest of the class; it was just a free period you could say.

The bell rang and everyone stood up, I looked around but she wasn't there. "Hey Styles." Isaac said jogging to catch up with me. "Ready for English 101 aka catch up on sleep." I laughed

"Wasn't that what last hour was?" I joke and we laugh messing around the way to the lockers. When we entered the room that's what it was, learning the same shit I already know. Occasionally I would glance at Mia but she was always looking down with her hood on doodling. Doodling. I hated that word Mrs. Timid used it to bad mouth about her daughter, her own daughter.