Sunburn

Sunburn: Part 30

Over-planning is no such thing.

There was no such thing as over planning, and i used that because i knew if there was such a thing as over planning, i would be one hundred percent guilty of over planning.

Today was the day i would ask Amelia for her mobile number, IN PERSON! This was so i could continue to message her, until i felt brave enough to talk to her in person.

I had a fool-proof plan of asking Amelia for her number! Now, i am not going to say the whole thing, because i really think you don't want to be bored with a plan that could be boarder-line creepy and stalker-like just to "accidentally" walk into Amelia to ask for her number. So I'll just tell you how it panned out.

Before i start, i would like to announce, that this was a HUGE STEP IN JASON HISTORY!

It started like any other day, registration class, period one and two of catching up on last night's sleep, and a bunch of pretending I'm listening so teachers don't get fed up with me.

Interval was my first attempt.

I specifically walked out of my class in the direction that Amelia would walk past towards her locker.

My plan was to ask her for her number as i walked past her, but, that never happened...

I saw Amelia walk in the same direction as me, and at that, i changed paths and walked somewhere else.

In other words: I wimped out of it.

I went through my double period, and headed to lunch afterwards, still irritated at my weak move i pulled at interval.

I grabbed my lunch and sat down at a random empty table. Lunch was good today, it was ham in a bun.
I put lettuce, tomato, red onion and mayonnaise with my bun to make it a perfect sandwich.

"Hey Jason, haven't talked to you in a while!" Hellen said as she sat down next to me.

"Hey Hellen." I replied to her.

"What have you been up to lately?" She asked me.

"I literally sit with you in EVERY maths and English class..."

"So?"

"So i talked to you about ten minutes ago."

Hellen simply stared at me.

"I'm trying my hardest at conversation starters, i have you know!" Hellen explained with false defensiveness.

Hellen giggled, then started eating her bun. Hellen glanced at me quite often during that meal.

"You know what's funny?" Hellen asked me.

"No, what?" I replied.

"This is the first good meal of the week, and it's Thursday."

Hellen had a good point there, we had gone the entire week with having pasta, and i was honestly sick of it. I never noticed the lack in good meals though, i had other things on my mind. Getting Amelia's number.