Restricted II H.S

Chapter 8

The rest of the week dragged on slowly, it seemed as if that it old never come to an end. I missed a few classes due to the fact that I was either sleeping or just wasn't up for it.

Mr. Dustin was a pain in the ass, as per usual. I hate English so much and he doesn't help. The ass hole made me sit in the same place, Harry seemed to be next to me every time and so did that blonde chick.

My textiles teacher seems nice enough, she isn't too old so I guess she doesn't drag out every word, nor keep on talking until the point where you want to continuously bang your head against the hardest surface in front of you.

I haven't seen much of Sophie during the day, as she is always in class and I am in none of her lectures, thank god for that. I have come to learnt that she studies a lot though, and by a lot I mean more than the average priss.

Giving one last look in the mirror I snatch my shoes off of the floor, in the exact same place they were previously in because Sophie enjoys cleaning things, including my things.

There is another party on tonight, in the same house and I am still wondering as to weather of not I should invite Sophie.

Elissa seems to like her enough, Ash doesn't seem bothered either way and I know that Nate just finds her another object to laugh at. Jade is bothered but she is a bitch. I shouldn't even have to be thinking about them to be honest, they should consider themselves lucky. If I want to invite her to the party I will. It was a laugh last time and this time should be even better.

Turning around in one swift motion I face Sophie who is sitting at the end of the bed, with the small of her back against the headboard and her legs crossed, tucked under one another. She holds a black pen in her right hand, as she flicks it back and forth in some circling motion. Her eyes scan over each boring as fuck word on the stupid page she is reading in deep concentration.

"You coming?" I question, with the slight raise of my eyebrows.

She looks up slightly from the page she is reading, "where to?" She asks in that annoying sweet tone she has, that makes everyone fall into that little innocent trap. Not me.

"Party" I state in a monotonous voice.

Sophie straight away, without any sign of thought declines my offer. My jaw clenches slightly, something about her declining, or not listening to me ticks. I hate it when people fight against me, and it doesn't happen very often.

"Are you sure?" I say while studying her face, like she was studying that stupid piece of paper a few moments ago.

"Why would I?" She asks, she doesn't seem to say it in a rude manner though, she seems to be asking plainly out of curiosity,

I don't know why the fuck I am saying this, I also don't know why the hell I want her to come so badly. That is still a question I have yet to answer.

"Because I know that Ash wanted to see you again" I drag out my words slightly longer than I usually would, taking time speaking each word as if she wouldn't get what I am saying. She probably wouldn't actually get what I am saying because no guy in their right mind, or any guy at all for that matter would or has probably ever liked her.

Sophie looks as if she is thinking, but then her face dropped slightly. My patience is growing thinner every second.

"I shouldn't" she says lowly, shaking her head and looking back down towards the paper.

"But you want to?" I question and state at the same time.

"Well?" Sophie thinks again. Enough with the fucking thinking, thinking didn't my pretty little ass anywhere.