Green Apple: The Story Of Maya & Dylan {on hold}

Chapter 03-Maya&Dylan: Coke

Chapter 03-Maya&Dylan: Coke

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MAYA'S POV

"I want you all to bond. As a class, not only with your circle of club friends and ex-classmates."

Too bad, Mrs Jones. If only bonding with people was that easy. We've already spent enough time to make our own circle of friends, those who are alone chose it. We're juniors now, what good would new friends do? If she had wanted this kind of ideas, there shouldn't be so much student shifting all day. How could i possibly bond with people who only shared home room with me? The idea seemed so far-fetched.

I know how everyone feels as they talk to their own friends. I mean, if you've been so warm and fuzzy in your comfort zone, why do you even want to leave it? I knew I was just being bitter, since I could have gotten all the friends in the world in freshman year if not for the decision I chose to make.

One day, when we graduate, I know I'd have to leave it. I'm counting down, and I don't want to leave it, really. I just want things to stay like this forever, to be forever young, wild and free. And to watch those awesome dramas while hugging my panda bear, not a teddy bear.

Though forever is something I cannot reach, because nothing lasts forever. Except the love...or not. Love is something that's eternal, not something that lasts for a short while. I've not really experienced love that way to say that. Some people love forever, while some die out. I'd like to believe love stays forever though. It was an illusion I would love to be in.

Isabelle's talking about some boyband's catchy song she can't forget, and I'm nodding along, adding comments here and there. I have no idea who she's talking about. YouTube? Hot boys? I'm only paying attention to how attractive the guys are based on her descriptions.

Hey, I'm a girl with hormones, I deserve these feels.

Even if I was forced to talk, who would I talk to? They were all popular, or stuck-up, and some backstab. I've had watched so much drama unfold in recent years, and I feel thankful no one dragged me into the murky waters to drown.

I want to talk to people. I really do. I'm just scared of stepping out of the comfort zone. Of the place I feel I'm at my best, where no one would make me feel uncomfortable in any way. And for a place to make new friends, Clymene wasn't it.

I look for someone to talk to, and I see this girl with her head buried in a book. I think of talking to her, but I see her group of friends, all with their heads in a book. I don't read much, so we may not click. Looking around, this entire class consisted mostly of popular crowds, nerdy bookworms, and sports people. I feel so out of place.

A chair drags along. I see Jeremy, smiling at me as he leaves his scientist friends. "Hey," he addresses me and Isabelle. We haven't been talking much lately, since he's really stressed over being the head of the Science Club. He sits next to Isabelle and soon enough, I hear two other chairs come, as two other students join us.

Alyssa places her chair next to mine, and this guy with light brown, shaggy hair and sparkling green eyes.

"As you know, this is Nathan." Alyssa introduces us to the guy. Oh, so he's the Newsletter Club's only guy. "Nathan, these are my friends who've been sharing the same homeroom with me since we came to the school. Maya, Jeremy and Isabelle. They're pretty much a sticky trio. Always seen at least fifty percent of the day by either one of their friend's side."

Nathan laughs, and soon all of us are involved in a happy conversation. Talking about the most random, light-hearted situations, to our siblings and how we've been doing in school.