Endless

1.9K 53 11
                                    

*Your POV*

Fortunately, when I entered my first period classroom fifteen minutes late, my regular math teacher Mrs.Maria wasn't there.

It was a substitute.

I knew I was saved, because usually, substitutes didn't care if you were late or not.

They mostly focused on getting the lessons completed and having the class finish their work.

Y/F/N, my best friend, waved to me as I sat down next to her.

"What did I miss?" I whispered.

"Not much." She replied, rolling her eyes.

"This substitute is boring, I would do anything to skip class."

"Sounds harsh." I muttered.

"Oh it is." She giggled.

"Prepare for the most boring part of your day."

"Thanks." I grumped sarcastically. I took my notebook from my bag, opening it to a fresh page.

Might as well try to look like I was paying attention. 

I stared out the window, thinking about my life.

Everything felt too normal to be real.

Sometimes I felt like my life was a mind-numbing dream, and I could wake up at any moment.

Time is like a trap here.

It seems endless, and it never wants to let you go.

Something had to happen.

Life couldn't be a massive wave of boredom.

There was more out there.

Maybe I was over thinking everything.

Maybe my life was much more interesting than I thought.

If it was, I would probably never realize.
-
"The second period bell rang Y/N." Y/F/N spoke, shaking me from my thoughts.

I glanced at my notebook and unsurprisingly, it was just as blank and empty as when I first opened it.

I won't be suprised if I fail math.

*Jason's POV*

The night before our big move to Texas.

I was so excited I could barely sleep, but when I finally drifted off, the dreams started.

This dream was different from the other ones I had almost every night.
-
A girl stood in front of me.

She had long and beautiful [insert hair color] hair and [insert eye color] eyes that I was bound to get lost in.

This mysterious woman was gorgeous, and I took a step towards her.

But I couldn't reach her.

An invisible barrier stopped me from getting any closer to her.

"Find me Jason." She said, and her voice was like a waterfall flowing out to a lake.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Find me." She repeated.

"Where are you?" I questioned instead.

"Find me." She said again.

"I don't know who you are!" I shouted.

"My name is-" She started to say, but I woke up before she could finish.
-
"Damn Jason, you're a heavy sleeper!" Mark commented.

"And you were talking in your sleep..."

"Is it time to go already?" I groaned.
"Yes." Mark nodded.

"You told me to wake you up early."
"Alright, I'll be ready soon." I sighed.

"Don't fall back asleep." He warned me.

He left my room.

"Yeah, got it." I mumbled.

I got out of bed and pulled on a hoodie.

It was going to be a long day.

I kept thinking about the weird dream I had.

My final decision was to find that girl.

And whether she wanted to be or not, she was mine.

*Your POV*

Before I knew it, it was lunch time.

My best friend Y/F/N and I sat at a lunch table together.

"Isn't that your crush?" She asked me, pointing to her left.

I stole a glimpse left of her and saw that she was correct.

Oh sh*t.

Alexander, my crush since freshman year, was walking in our direction.

"Why don't you say something to him?" Y/F/N suggested.

"Are you crazy?" I hissed.

"I would freeze up before I even pronounced the 'h' in 'hi'!"

"You have a point." She snickered.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll just try to ignore him when he comes over here." I said.

"That will definitely work." She cackled.

Right now, she wasn't helping.

Alexander walked past us.

"Hey Y/N." He greeted me.

"H-hey Alexander." I stuttered.

Y/F/N burst into laughter.

"You did a great job ignoring him." She guffawed.

"Oh shut up." I murmured, blushing.
"I didn't know he would acknowledge me."

"Sure." She continued to laugh.

I rolled my eyes again and started to play with my food.

"He actually acknowledged me." I thought.

That had gone better than I'd thought it would.

That's the end of Part 2 :)
Comment what you think!

The Obsession Where stories live. Discover now