darkest days | jorge + martina ✓

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[ M A R T I N A ]

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"Coming!" I screamed while quickly fixing my hair. I had curled my brown hair lightly and put the first locks to the back.

Didn't look pretty, but it wasn't bad either.

I rapidly placed some mascara over my eyelashes before jumping off the stairs. I was greeted by a grumpy pair of brown eyes.

My best friend sighed while dragging me with her towards the door. I laughed at her reaction. "Dammit we're late Martu!" She shouted at me.

"It's not that late" I said while my eyes glanced over to the clock.

8.20 am

The bus left at 8.15, oops. I released from Cande's hand and ran towards the stairs.

"Francisco!" I yelled up the stairs while I held my hands by my mouth.

I waited a few seconds but there was no response. He was probably already working. I ran back to Cande who was still angrily staring at me.

"How are we going to get there?" Cande asked in total panic while she hit my arm.

"First of all; ouch! And second of all; we're going to be late anyways, let's just walk." I told her simply as she looked at me for a few seconds.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, her head moved slightly forward.

I took one more look in the mirror before answering, "No, come on now" I pulled her with me outside the house.

We walked onto the streets while Cande was totally stressed. She never came late.

Unlike me tho, I always came late. But this time she wanted to get to school with me, and I warned her that we were going to be late but she wouldn't listen.

And look at us now. I'm calm but she is freaking out.

"Relax, it's probably just detention" I casually said while trying to stop her from hyperventilating.

"No but we're also going to get a note which the director is going to know which my parents are going to know which is going to end on my cv which means that no one wants to hire me anymore which means I won't get a job which means-" She wanted to continue rambling but I stopped her.

"Enough Candita, we'll be just fine, stop overreacting" I harshly said and turned my head forward again.

"Fine" She sighed angrily out while walking firmly over the road.

She was always like this when she had stress. I know that in an hour everything would be fine again because that's just how she is.

Cande is my first and best friend ever. We know each other since we were little. Like 2-year olds.

Nobody had been able to seperate us since then. No fight was strong enough, no distance was far enough.

And now we're together on high school, living our teenage life. People say your teenage years are supposed to be the 'fun' and 'wild' years of your life, but I feel like none of that is true.

The only thing I know is that there's homework every evening and teachers every other minute of the day.

The only point of rest is the morning which is why I spent it always this well. This concludes why I'm late all the time, not that I care.

As we walked over the streets a car stopped next to us. We both looked over to the side and saw a guy sitting in it, a smirk plastered over his face.