Little Games

Chapter 26: Busy Schedule

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                                        Sofia's POV

"Well, can we meet up tomorrow afternoon?" I asked through the phone as I talked to Paul about the rehearsal schedule.

"I'm sorry, Sof, but you have to understand that the boys also have tour rehearsals. The tour is very close by, after all." Paul calmly said, but something about his chill tone threw me off.

     It was way too calm to be actually telling the truth, but I let it go because it isn't as if it was going to make a difference.

"Okay, then." I bitterly smiled, being thankful for the fact that Paul couldn't see me at the moment.

"I'll make some changes. Thanks, Paul!" I said as I was about to hang up, but not before Paul said something back.

"You're very welcome, Sof." Paul sighed and that's when I realized that the boys made him do this; it wasn't his choice.

     But it couldn't have been all of the boys because last time I checked, four out of five of them were...

     Louis. Louis William Tomlinson.

     I laughed out loud to myself; you ought to be kidding me.

     Louis. Still as immature as I remember him.

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     I walked along the paved sidewalk towards my Math class, amazed by the fact that even though the sidewalk was as flat as a pancake and as solid as metal, it still had the ability to absorb water and appear a shade darker than it actually was when it rained.

     Rainy days are my kind of days.

     I also loved the feeling of looking out the window only to see gray, stormy clouds wrap the sky because in some way in my mind, it registered as calming. It was as if the clouds were deciding if they wanted to ruin the day or leave a calming atmosphere for the sake of those who stressed and needed a soothing escape by just looking at the sky and seeing everything gray.

     Or at least that's how my mind thought of gray skies and rainy days.

     About to set foot in the brick building, I had the idea to stare at the soccer field that bloomed with green just like the Emerald Isle that is Ireland.

Niall would be proud, I thought.

     I laughed at my saying and then shook my head, but as I took a closer look, a wine beanie stood out from the rest.

     I raised my eyebrow in curiosity as I looked on the field, watching as there was a ball playing with the person's feet, creating a dance I know too well not to recognize.

     I stared at the building and then at the field, deciding which one I should pick. I already knew that the building was the right one to go for, but which one was the one I wanted? That's why I put it this way, which made the decision much easier than it was destined to be in the first place.

     Would I like to spend one torturing hour in a place with Mrs. Brooks, knowing that the only person she will be gazing at is me? Knowing that her only problem is me and the only thing she will about during the whole hour is me?

     Ha, ha. No. The field it is.

     I jogged down to the field, already hearing the bell ring, signaling to whoever didn't make it to class at this moment, is officially tardy.