Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 1: The Little Things

A/N: AYYYYYY! After two years of being inactive, I'm finally back! Can I get a hell yeah?! No? Well dang, I guess I'm not that special. Anywho! I'm proud to say that I'm back after my long, extended break to get my life affairs in order as well as improve my literature. Hopefully you can see the improvement in this story compared to my others. But anyways, as a gift to you guys and myself, I wanted to get back into writing by creating this piece and original, Sleeping Beauty. I hope you're read for this, because I sure am! Enjoy~!
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Silence. Although it's not how I'd like to spend my teenage days, it was preferred. The way it just relaxed and soothed my being, enabling me to think of conclusions to tough scenarios, scenarios that happened in my daily life. How it let me just think without being disturbed, disturbed by the annoying arrogance and ignorance of those that surrounded me. Silence is what I longed for at the moment, but unfortunately, like everyday, I wasn't getting my way.

Chalk scratching against the board of my math class, sounding like nails on a plate, echoed in the dull classroom only to be followed by the chattering of classmates, those of whom were gossiping about their lives. Who fought who, who stole whose significant other, the daily routine. Like most teenagers, I usually listened and eavesdropped to get those juicy and spicy details just to entertain myself for the moment. However, for some reason I just wasn't having it today. It bored me to the point where I was actually willing to pay attention to today's lesson. But let's be honest, who actually pays attention in math?

My gaze, dull and not enticing as it usually is, flashed to my phone as impatience began to sprout in my body like a flower in bloom. This class, as "fun" as it always was, was taking longer than usual, or so it seemed. Perhaps it was because there was a certain someone who wasn't here to entertain me, most likely skipping class to spend time with his girlfriend even though they were practically inseparable. "I swear to god Colis," I hissed under my breath. "Where the hell-"

"Did you hear about Jasper? I heard he's going to ask her today."

And just like that, my annoyance melted away and a pang of hopelessness and envy coursed throughout my being. Jasper Acevedo, the boy that everyone in this school wanted to be or bone, or perhaps both, was rumored to be asking one of the popular girls out today. She was sure to say yes too, as if anyone would ever deny the green eyed, silver tongued, handsome boy that Jasper was. I wouldn't even say no to him, but there was a reason to that.

I, Channing Castillo, have had a major crush on Jasper since the seventh grade.

Seventh grade was when I first met the ginger haired boy after I was adopted and thrown into the same school as him. We shared every single class and he always kept an eye on me to make sure I was coping well. He was without a doubt a good desk buddy and a sweet friend, and with the nice actions he'd take to ensure that I was never alone and always happy, I ended up crushing hard. At first I thought it was temporary, but then eighth grade came along and I still found myself looking at him with a starry gaze. It wasn't until ninth grade came along that he seemed to change. He began to become a hormonal teenager, began to hang out with jocks, and soon forgot who I was. Now I was just "mechanic girl" to him, him only calling me that whenever he needed his car to be fixed. Despite all that, I still found myself crushing on him.

"Oh yeah! He's asking out Stacy during lunch-" One of the girls in this class whose name I never bothered to remember began before suddenly being interrupted by the bell. Finally, an epiphany to my ears that would allow me to escape this hell hole and, like always, run away from my feelings.