Year: 2042

Chapter 6

  In first period (government) we watch a speech from donald trump our president. I notice he has this habit, where he do this thing with his hands, as he is speaking. Jon Paul counts that he did it exactly 50 times, through each sentence. I love Trump, David often teased me for being a trump supporter. Its 2017, I am young, 18 years old, I don't have time to criticize but go with I don't know if that makes sense. From people's view on him, he is doing pretty good. He loves God, after every speech he says, God bless American. Trump can die for all I care, a girl in dark eyeliner yelled, everyone began talking all at once. It became quite after miss Goodwin announce a pop quiz.

Meet me outside in the canteen area, one day three hours before school dismissed, David texted, I quickly sneaked out of class, and headed straight outside. David was setting on top one of the red tables his long legs dangling below him.

He quickly jump off and walked towards me, both of us were walking toward each other. The wind had down numerous styles with his hair. His football jersey with the school's initial in bold sewed across it hung over his broad shoulders.

You want to get out of here, he asked, his voice was husky in motion looking around in search of teachers. I didn't respond right away. Where would we go, I asked we heard footstep, he quickly pulled me to a corner, peeking to see if it is a teacher. Let's go to Five guys and order a lunch.? He asked looking at me straight in the eye. After standing there not saying anything looking at him with a blank stare I finally said yes. There was relief in his green eyes while

Blushing back the hair from his flushed face. Once we got there, he pulled a seat for himself.

What about me i gestured with the nasty expression that found its way in my face. Sorry princess nora belle he called back. I don't like your altitude i said. Number 16 one of the employees called out.

I grabbed the food and slammed it on the tiny table. What's your problem he asked

Shake it off, i said quietly under my breath. We eat in silence, not looking up for a split second from our devices. He was laughing at something. I port my phone down, I watch everyone in the room, doing the same exact thing as were were. No one is stirring a conversation. They are all glue to a phone screen. They took a bit from the meal then returned to it. I looked at David, his weary lined up eyes focused still at the screen. His lips pulled a smirk, his straight mini nose hooked and sharp cast a shadow on his lips, sophomore year I honestly thought he was the best thing that had happened to me. Now, as I've been around him for so long, it don't feel that way no longer.

David, I called, he didn't looked up. David, I could see feel the harshness in my voice. What the hell are you doing? I thought, you asked me to come here to spend time together? His eyes became wider, I am sorry he finally said as he lie his phone right next to mine. Lets talk he said, looking at me like he is for real. Let's talk about everything. He said. For the first 20 minutes, I finally was in a good mood. Do you have any plans for college, yet he asked. Nop, my parents wants me to got to Yale, however that is not what my heart wants. He signed. We continue talking about our plans after graduation, not once did we missed our phones. I nodded and made comments of my own At that moment I begin to realize why I love David Miller freaking so much. The way his hair falls on his trim eyebrows, how he laughs at random things that i said . Before we knew it, times had passed by to quickly.