Cattleya

Chapter. 2

There is 7 periods in a school day. I was already in in 4th period, meaning lunch. First day and no new friends.

I was sitting alone and for coincidance the skateboard group I told you about had the same lunch as me. Julius looked at me and signal his friends to sit in the table right next to me.

I notice they are pushing Julius to talk to me, I wonder why?. I just act like I wasnt noticing anything and I turned around and started walking. I heard a sigh and I smiled, knowing who it came from. I sat in another table and guess what?they are following me, so I walk faster.

When I turn around to check if they are following me, a guy bumps into me. I say sorry and I regret saying it after I see the person I bumped into...Julius. " Whats wrong with you? first I see you are following me and now you bump into me" I say. His eyes kind of soften and he says , " sorry". " I said okay and walked. As soon as I take a step, he grabs my wrist and turns me around. He smiles and I look at him deeply standing my ground.  I guess he noticed my expression and he walked away.

The day went fluently and fast. Even though I had one more class, science, with Julius. He was oddly advoiding me and not looking at me through the whole class. All the teachers basically just introduced themselves, and then let us have a free day.

It was 2:15 pm  the last bell rang and it was time to go home. I was ready to tell my mom how my day went, excluding the time about bumping into Julius. The bus droped me off in my stop and I walked home. I took my key out and opened the door. I see my moms purse on the couch and she comes running down the stares to hug me. She asks me how my day went and I just say " good". She accepts my short answer and she tells me she prepared food.Let me tell you it is delicious.

She tells me I have to pick up my brother at 3:20 pm. I have plenty of time to take a shower and leave. I go and when I pick him up  I ask him how his day went he just says, " good" with no excitement in his voice.

We walk back home and my mom comes running down to hug him, with the same strength she hugged me moments ago. I go to my room and take a nap for a little while, which turned to 3 hours. It was already 6:25 pm and I went downstairs to eat dinner with the family.

Time went fast and it was already time to sleep. I took a shower, brush my teeth, put on my pijamas and headed to bed to sleep. Well at least tried because I couldnt stop thinking about Julius.

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Next DAY

I wake up with the sound of the alarm. I turn it off and go straight to the bathroom. I hurry up because it  is 5:30am and the bus picks me up 6:06 am. Good thing that last night I had picked up my clothes for today. I chose black  skinny jeans, with a white tanktop under a jean color shirt, and white vans. I let my hair loose kind of wavy in the ends.

Today I knew excatly where to go. I am thinking really hard whether if  I should go to lunch, or go to the library since I know no one will be there. With my thoughts going everywhere from school, to my house, to Julius, the bus rides goes pretty fast and we arrive to school. When I step outside, the sky hasnt cleared yet and it is dark outside.

There is so many students in this school and it taked forever to get up those stairs. I finally get to my class, and someone bumps into me again. I cant see the person because the person is holding books. So I kinda turn to the side and I see the face that my mind has always tought about, Julius.

  Instead of yelling at him again I smile and walk away. For some reason it felt like he did it on purpose. I have a smile on my face just from seeing him this morning, but it immediately reminds me that I will never have someone like him.

He is too good looking for me, and I know I am not his type. I have to admit people have called me pretty before , but I have never believed before. I know for a fact that no one will ever love me, or care for me. I know that my family does , but I am talking relationship wise.

Like I remind myself, for someone to love me it has to be a miracle.

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