eye contact / h.s

0.5

i wake up the next morning to the same alarm that goes off on every weekday. i roll over and turn it off, while staring at my closet. i yawn and push the covers off me, my feet hit the hardwood floor sending chills through my whole body.

i walk over and shut my fan off, putting a mental note to turn it back on whenever i go back to sleep this evening, seeming as the noise puts me to sleep faster than sleepy tea. i grab a smoke off the the bedside stand and light it up.

i walk in my bathroom, turning on my straightener. once its on, i turn on my heel and step over to my closet and pull out a black and green plaid skirt, a white crop top and a black leather jacket. being satisfied with my outfit, i walk back in the bathroom, straightening the waves in my hair and apply mascara to my lashes and chapstick to my lips. i put the butt of my cigarette out and throw it in the trash can.

i unplug the straightener, grabbing my phone and bag before turning off the light to my room. i walk little ways down the hallway and pound on Haley's door, "Haley, get up we're going to be late for school! i want to stop at GoMart and get a coffee! lets go!" i yell, not loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear, but loud enough. once i hear her shuffling around in her room, i make my way to the kitchen.

i open up a can of sliced pineapple, eating the cubes while i wait on Haley. its nearly 7:10am, but 7:08am exact. we normally leave the house around 7:30am. having a pit stop around the corner is only going to take 6-8 minutes, probably putting us at school like 7:52am, well considering it takes is about 15 minutes to get there anyways. but i don't know exactly. just estimating while i'm stuck waiting.

"i'm ready!" Haley announces from her room. she comes out wearing blue jeans, a purple crop top, black converses and has her hair in a half-bun. she has the more effortless beauty we all wish for. she comes in the kitchen striking a pose. "you look nice," i compliment as she is getting her bag off the stool. she thanks me, as i get up and throw away my trash. "ready?" i assure. she nods, as we make our way out into the garage. i start the engine and we pull out, making out way to gomart, i walk in and grab a french vanilla cappuccino, and Haley a hazelnut.

once we arrive to school, we split our ways, finding our lockers and meeting again in 1st period. you'd think someone would get tired of seeing and spending all of your free time with your best friend, but i truthfully don't. in the beginning it was different i will admit, considering i never grew up with siblings. i see her as my sister though, and treat her as one too.

i sit in my regular seat, right behind Haley, seeing as she made it to class before she did. i get out my papers on Romeo and Juliet, figuring we would continue on the summary we were supposed to start yesterday.

the tardy bell rings and the classroom door shuts. nearly all eyes dart up to the last person walking in the door, Mr. Styles. i watch him as he looks around at the all new familiar faces of his classroom, until his eyes stop on mine. we stare at each other probably 4 seconds, until i decided it was best if he didn't see my blushing fit again.

"Good Morning students," his rough voice speaks. "today we are just going to try and start on our Romeo and Juliet summaries, to my understanding and your confirmation yesterday it seems as if everyone here should have finished all of the Acts. your summary has to be 2 pages, front and back and will be due this Friday. considering it is only Tuesday that will give you 4 class periods to work on this, those who feel like they will need more time can come into WorkRoom during your lunch time," he explains our assignment while he is drawing up the plans on our chalkboard.

his black dress shoes are clicking against the floor as he walks. i pull out my tablet and getting started. as i'm writing about the story, i can't help but notice the tapping on his keyboard. i look up and notice he is wearing dark grey slacks and a tight black button up. he has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his many tattoos. i wonder if he has more, and what are the stories behind them. or if he got them because he just liked the idea.

i look down, seeing i only have 1 and a half wrote. hurrying, i jot down the the rest of the page and half of the back before the bell rings. whenever it does, i shove my paper in my folder and stand up.

Haley turns around and looks at me, "you're going to have to help me, i have no idea what this is about!" she whispers in my ear.

"i can't let you copy this paper too," i begin to think, "ask for help in wookroom?" i suggest.

"no way Opal! i have to greet my people at lunch," she disapproves. she walks up to Mr. Styles' desk, "listen, i need help. i have no idea what this play is about. and i can't possibly come in to workroom at all this week," she explains, "is there anything i can do, or for you to help me?"

"i do understand your social life probably does stand in the cafeteria," he looks down at his desk, "i could tutor you? after school?" he suggests. she looks back at me, and then at him again, "sure. let me write down our address here," she write down our apartment number and the location on a sticky note, "thank you so much sir." she smiles, and i look up at him to see his eyes are already on me. i watch him look from somewhere around my knee caps, to my eyes. i smile and look down quickly. we both share a goodbye to him as he waves.

what has Haley gotten us into.

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