¥Jemma¥The rest of the day went by rather very slow.
The same old boring routine with the same old boring people.
I never really had a liking torwards school but I always did good. The things I despise are usually the things I do more of, so I can make myself like it.
Hating something can be rough, especially when you have to deal with it for the next eighteen plus years.
I stare at my contacts in my phone, scrolling through and landing on the most important one.
Ethan
I never really thought about tutoring Someone. I always thought I would just make them more dumb. But I'm defiantly going to have to try for Ethan.
I have always found it cute when he tends to mess up on the questions the teacher would ask him on a problem. The way I get a free pass to look back at him and get to admire his beauty.
His strict facial structure along with his brown puppy eyes and bright plump lips.
The vein that shoots through his neck when he gets stressed over something so little but yet it still gets to him.
The way he runs his hand though his long shaggy hair when he's figuring out something.
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As I walk to my locker I run into Yasmin.
Or she runs into me from how fast she was running. Her 'out of breath' kinda gave it away.
"You ok?" I ask, chuckling as I grab my homework and math book along with my pencil, shoving them into my book bag.
"Y-yeah, just w-anted to come see you. I-I want to apologise for ditching you at lunch. That was a complete bitch move and I wanted to say sorry because I know you were going to hate me for the rest of the day and I know that puts you in a bad mood."
I roll my eyes at her, slamming my locker shut.
"It's fine, really. I'm actually kinda glad it happened."
I say, mesmerising Ethan's god hand made jawline and those eyebrows.
Damn, those are some nice eyebrows.
"Why? Am I that annoying?"
I laugh as she starts to freak out.
"No, but Ethan did come talk to me."
I watch her facial expression look like she was going to explode from excitement.
"Oh my god, what did he say? Wait no, did he ask you out?."
I bump my shoulder with hers, blushing like crazy just thinking back to our awkward conversation.
"No, He just asked if he could get some help on his math. We exchanged phone number so I can text him my address when he comes over."
"Yeah definitely, 'help on math'. He's going to bang you for sure."
I slap her arm, knowing that it Is not true.
I wish it was though.
We say goodbye and go our separate ways.
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When I get home I go straight to my room and pull out my homework ready to get it done and out of the way.
I had math and french homework.
I never really minded french except that you have to learn the
pronunciation. Pronunciation is especially difficult in French, with vowel sounds and silent letters.But wants you learn all of those its rather really easy.
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I hear a ding coming off of my phone and see who it is.
Its Yasmin and I see an attachment to it and I click on it. I never really let it proses in my mind until I recognise who it was.
Oh My God...
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Vigilant ~ ED
Fanfictionvig·i·lant ˈvijələnt/ Synonyms: watchful, observant Adjective: (of a person) careful to avoid potential problems or dangers. SLOW UPDATES 👉Twitter👈 ThicccEthan