Wildly in love

(two)

"So, Katherine, do you understand anything?" He whispers while we're in Math. Of course I understand. Fucking dick.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes and try to pay attention to the teacher. We've got one more class and I can not wait to lay in bed and do nothing but hom(ew)ork and such stuff.

Nerd.

I wouldn't mind if I would make some robot friend and s/he's teach me how to be smart enough to not study. By teaching I mean: doing my homework, doing everything BUT not sleeping and eating food. That's my destiny, food and sleeping. My amazing babes.

As I hear the bell ring, I rush outside the class. Next class: P.E.. Ew.

"Katherine!" I hear a voice behind my back and as I turn around, I see Noah Rogers dropping his books into his backpack and rushing outside the classroom.

"Hi?" I say as he breathes heavly.

"Oh My -.. Why - Are - You... - In such a hurry?!" He asks, breathing heavly.

Fucking idiot. Isn't it so obvious? I guess it's not.

"Casually rollin'." I reply, nonchalantly.

"Hm, I'd try to deny it but I'm afraid I don't know anything about you. So, Miss Holls, tell me more about yourself." He winks. Since it is our last period, 30 minutes of freedom seem great to spend with a charming boy, talking about myself but it's not like that. I just want to sink into my music and forget the world. But the nice girl in me, accepts.

***

"Oh." He says after I say all the pain that I go through. Everything is just a mess. I left a few tears, although I know I shouldn't. It's wrong to cry infront of a person, especially a boy you just met but charms you.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

"It's your turn now." I say as I lay on the fresh cut Spring grass.

"Okay so, I didn't move to England because of that boyish hardcore reason. My dad died two years ago, a car accident that caused her brain damage and blood loss. I pity myself since then, and I wish he never died. But, I know he's out there, I guess."

I honestly never saw someone with such a wide mind like Noah Roger's. Oh wait, I did. Carrie Ann, my lovely but dead sister.

"You have a wonderful mind, reminds me of Carrie Ann's."

"Perhaps reincarnation did it's job."

"I don't think so."

"Why not, Holls?"

"Oh please, call me Katherine." I say in the same tone as he did, and wink.