my number?
Willow
With my eyes glued to the floor and my heart pounding loudly inside my chest, I pushed up the entree door that led inside Wilson Bay High school, open.
Students rushed every where in the corridors and the ugly smell of sweat and smoke reached my nostrils.
"Hey uhm" I mumbled when I reached the reception where a lady with brown curly hair sat. "I'm uh, Willow Blake" I continued and she looked up at me while she tapped away on the computer in front of her.
"Yeah right, the new student! From Sweden right?" She asked and put a strand of hair behind one of her ears. "Yup, that's about it" I answered and started to fidget with the black hoodie that covered my petite body with a pair of black skinny jeans.
"Okay, so here's you schedule. Your locker number is on it and the code to it"
I quickly took the paper from her and she sent me a warm smile. "Your first class is held in classroom 10B, good luck now honey" I smiled back and made my way out in search of locker 330.
"Okay, you can totally do this Willow." I raised myself and sighed loudly when I didn't find my locker on the first floor.
I went up two more floors and on the third I finally found my locker.
I blew out an relived breath and pushed in the code. The locker opened with a click and I was a bit surprised to find my schoolbooks already in there. I casted a quick glance at my schedule and rolled my eyes tiredly.
Mathematics? Seriously? That's like my worst subject..ever.
With a very heavy math book in my one hand, I let my other clammy hand knock on the door that led into classroom 10B.
"Come in!"
My pulse raised and I pushed the door slightly open.
I almost felt everyone stare at me but I only had my eyes focused on the teacher in front of me.
"I'm Mr. Hayes and I guess that you're the new student! Willow Blake right?"
I nodded heavily and placed myself beside him.
"Listen up everybody! This is our new student Willow Blake!" he hooted and my shoes became so interesting in just that one moment.
"So? Do you want to tell something about yourself Willow?" He asked and I looked up at him.
"Uh well, I just moved here from Sweden and uhm... I live here with my mom and two siblings eh.." My cheeks heated up in embarrassment and a few more seconds passed before Mr. Hayes told me to sit with down beside Jack.
"Huh? Who?" I quietly asked and I finally found the courage to look up and I almost froze in place when my eyes locked with a pair of familiar sky blue eyes.
"Willow? Hey?" Mr. Hayes hand waved in front of my face and I hummed. "Jack sits right at that right corner" I nodded and I smoothly made my way over. I carefully sat myself down beside a guy with curly, brown hair and a little smirk danced over his pink, full lips.
"So Willow.." he whispered and he's green eyes landed on me. "Please enlighten me off why you have my mates hoodie on ya?" I gulped loudly and a ball off anxiety placed itself inside of my stomach.
"Yeah well, I just got raped yesterday and he was kind enough to hand me his hoodie because if I say so myself, I was quite naked"
Of course I didn't say that. I just kept my mouth shut and listened to Mr. Hayes talk about some complicated math shit before I got annoyingly interrupted.
"Hey.."
"Hey.."
"He-" I quickly cut him off, "what?
He sent me an lopsided smile and I sank down in my uncomfortable chair when I noticed that he changed places with Jack.
"What exactly happened yesterday?"
My eyes widened and I snorted lowly, is he really that stupid?
"Nothing really" I mumbled and pulled the black hood over my head.
"I think that something di-", I clenched my fists angrily and desperately pushed the tears away. "Nothing happened! Okay? Nothing fücking happened.."
I swore when I still felt a tear dance it's way down over my left cheek and I pulled the hood, if possible, further down my face.
"Miller by the way, Brandon Miller" He smiled and stretched his hand towards me. "Willow Blake" I answered and I chuckled for his way to change the subject so quickly.
"Hey I got you to laugh!" He said and his smile grew. I swiftly nodded my head and sent a smile his way while I hummed shortly.
"Thank you by the way" I said after awhile and pulled the hood of off my head. "For helping me yesterday, and you know" My cheeks heated up, "Borrowed out your hoodie to me"
He chuckled lowly, "It was nothing really" he answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Okay?" My leg started to bounce up and down out of boredom and anxiety. "Take it easy.." he whispered and my breath hitched when I felt his hand land on top of my knee and my leg stopped bouncing. "I didn't borrow out my hoodie Blake, I gave it to ya" He's blue eyes sparkled when the sun shone on him in an angelic wa-
Wait what? Get a fücking grip Willow!
He opened his mouth slightly to say something more when Mr. Hayes beat him to it. "Willow! Brandon! Mind to share?" He said whit a stern look on his wrinkled face.
I quickly shook my head and sank, if possible, further down on my chair. "Well then" he muttered and turned around to the whiteboard once again.
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"Hey Willow!" Brandons voice shouted after me and I came to an halt.
"Hi" I said quietly when Brandon came up to my side and I started to walk again but at a slower pace.
"So Willow.." His voice toned out and I looked up at him. "Huh?" I teased when I saw him scratch at his neck. "Do you think that I can like, get you number or somethin'?"
My freaking number? Did I just hear right?
"Yeah, sure..?" I answered and he passed his phone over to my slightly shaky hands. I quickly pushed in my number and changed the name to 'Tha hoodie' before I gave him his phone back.
"Seriously? Tha hoodie?" He laughed and I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Yup" Was my only answer and from the the corner of my eye I saw a little smile tug at his light pink lips.
"Well gotta go, see ya!" I shouted over my shoulder when I turned around and into my neighborhood. "See ya!" I heard him shout back and a smile stretched out over my lips but it quickly washed off when I entered my house.
"Willow Madelene Blake!" My mom shouted with my shirt from yesterday in her hands.
"What in the living world is this? And what exactly happened yesterday?!"
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