Never

Chapter 10

Hi readers. I honestly wasn't going to continue writing more to this story but all of your comments asking me to continue were so awesome! 

Wow. Sundays are such a buzzkill. I wake up with an immediate regret of not doing any homework previously, because I definitely don't want to have to do it all today. Yet again, the only reason I get out of bed is because I can't contain my excitement of last night. I want to text him right now but think again of how desperate it would seem, and I don't want things to be moving too fast. Well, because of the fact we almost had sex before even hanging out, I guess that was too late. This truly is such a backwards, twisted relationship.

I feel so motivated from him to do something crazy. I decide to go for a 3 mile run and I have no idea why because the upcoming winter season brings colder weather every day. If love is powerful enough to encourage me to voluntarily exercise than I'd say it must be real. The day goes by slowly after that as I lazily mope from couch, to bed, to kitchen, and repeat. I finished my homework at a late hour because I'm such a procrastinator. As I lay in bed ready for sleep I can only think of how excited I am for school tomorrow. Now I was even scaring myself. 

Despite my excitement the night before, I am exhausted when I wake up to my alarm the next morning, just from the sheer fact that it's a Monday. My plan was French toast strips and off to school - I have an obsession with breakfast foods, at any hour of the day. Apparently, the snack wasn't enough because by math I wanted another snack. Between 1st and 2nd period I get some pop-tarts at the vending machine. I get into 2nd period a little later but still before the bell. The whole class witnesses me drop my pop tart right before I take a seat and laugh, but I join them so I'm not embarrassed.

Spencer's lightly chuckling and when I see it, I start to smile to myself even bigger. I pick it up and offer him a piece,

"Five second rule?" I ask. He nods and I swear I see his eyes twinkle.

"Yeah sure, why waste a perfectly good pop-tart? Oh and S'mores, my favorite flavor."

"Wait, actually?" I can't stop laughing at why he would want it after it was on the floor. "Alright here..."

I give him the grimy snack and he playfully brushes the hair and dirt off. Wincing while he swipes off the disgusting floor particles, but eyeing him to see what he'll do, I take the second pop-tart out from the package.

"Cheers," I say, as I bump the clean one into the dirty one in his hands. We're both giggling and having a moment while the rest of the classmates stare, but I forget for a moment that they're there. A nerdy boy with lots of acne in front of me says, "Get a room." I think he was trying to be funny but it wasn't to me. Unfortunately, everyone around him did and started snickering like judgmental hyenas.

It pissed me off but not as much as it ticked off Spencer. 

"What did you just say?" He asks furiously. The bell rang and the teacher walked in cutting off what was about to happen. We all shut up and go about class as if nothing happened.

Was he really that embarrassed about being friendly with me? I started to doubt his comfort with me and if he would be able to stay okay around me. Overall, this was going to be the biggest challenge if things got more serious.

Right after school as I get on the bus, I talk with my friend in the seat across the aisle about the impossible biology test we just came from, which we're sure we both failed. Right then I get a text from Spencer.

"Sorry I flipped out, but that pop-tart was amazing"

I laughed out loud right in my seat and my friend asked me what was so funny. I didn't tell her because we weren't that good of friends, plus me and Spencer were still a secret. She wouldn't even find it funny. I only did because of my infatuation with him. Surprisingly, I still feel as strongly about him even after knowing he was mine, kind of. Usually, emotions grow the more you want something, and fade when you actually get it. Not in this case.