Dreamboy Avenue

01~ changing the subject

He glanced at me, his face was relaxed, and he seemed dazed. 
 I didn't look at him, but I could see his face directed at me in the corner
 of my eyes.

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Jason waved his hand in front of my face. "I'm not late, I'm not late." 
 I bit at the inside of my cheek, trying not to smile. 
He continued waving his hand in front of me until he sat down at his seat, throwing his shiny-black binder on the desk. I watched him toss his jacket on the ground, and then he turned to me. 

 "Sarah, do you still like-"
 he made a fake coughing noise before carrying on;
 "Keyboard?"
 We made nicknames for our crushes, and constantly cracked jokes about the names to each other.
 We would giggle during tests, and we got caught quite frequently...but we didn't care. 
 The bond was pretty nice, I gotta say.
Jason and I are like two peas in a pod- well more like scissors and paper. We do bicker
now and then.
                   
"I mean, yeah sure." My face felt hot, I could feel my heart bouncing in my chest
 I've liked this kid for... how many months-er... years?
Jason laughed. "Yeah sure? You really are a sucker for stuck-ups aren't you?"

I flapped my hand at him, making an annoyed face.                 
"Do your work, loser." I turned away, looking down at the wooden desk.                  
 I picked up a pencil that was left by another student, and fiddled with it in my hands.
"Not like he'd ever see me like that anyway." I whispered loud enough that Jason heard me. He patted me on the back.
                  
I figured out a day before that this "Keyboard" had liked a girl with glasses,
 and I was almost positive I knew who it was.
In fact, I did know who it was, I was just trying not to point it out.
It was my former-best friend. Someone who has screwed me over countless times,
not to mention my other friends as well. 
I changed the subject again.
"It'd be nice for you to go with me somewhere for my birthday." 
I cracked the pencil that was in my hands, I was slightly annoyed with the conversation
before.
As I talked about it more and more, it was just a feeling inside that was thrown around too much like an old baseball. 
 
He smiled, putting his hand back down at the desk. 

"That would be nice."
I could tell he really wanted to just stop talking, and leave me alone with
my thoughts. 

I took one half of the pencil and dropped it on the ground. 
Looking at the other half's rough edges where the wood had split, I tried to soften it up. Make it look...normal?
"That's gonna take a while." Jason snatched the pencil away from my hands and took his scissors out, trying to cut the excess wood off the end. 
"Do what you want, it's just a piece of wood." I shrugged, taking out a pen from my binder.

"Ms. Jennings," 
I swung my head up, my cheeks were red, my eyes were wide open.
I didn't say anything.
"Pay attention, would you?" she walked up to my desk, and shoved her sharpened-pencil in my face, and then pulled away rolling her eyes. 
I could feel all the muscles tense in my legs, I hated it when I would get called out for talking in class. 
I sat in my seat silently until the bell rang.

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