What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into...
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❝Always remember to be happy because you never know who's falling in love with your smile. ❞ ~CJ Duggan • • •
It'd been a good while since I'd last received a letter from my secret despiser. Following the disappearance of the letters was the disappearance of my anxiety.
I no longer felt nervous every time I walked through the hallways. I didn't feel as if I was being closely watched every time I had cheer practice. I knew judgement lingered all over the school, irrespective of who the person was or what they had done, but that didn't seem to bother me anymore. I was free from everyone else, and most importantly, from self-consciousness.
It was half past six when Will and I left school and boarded the bus back home. He was stuck tutoring some freshmen, while I was practising for the big game Saturday night. I was quite disappointed that Cassandra put me all the way in the back, but she'd justified herself saying that I wasn't showing up for practice enough anymore.
I thought that was unfair of her to say, since I'd only missed one practice in the past week, and that was owing to my date with Will. Perhaps that was what she was bitter about. Cassandra's number one rule was to prioritise cheerleading over everything when a game was nearby. Especially boys. I had to work my way back into her good books.
"What are you thinking about?" Will asked, eyeing me curiously. I couldn't help but smile when I looked into his eyes. This boy had an effect on me without even trying. Something about that both scared and excited me at the same time.
"You," I lied. Well, it wasn't entirely a lie. I was thinking about how spending time with him had caused me to miss cheer practice, so yes, I was thinking about him.
Will smiled back at me and slipped his hand into mine. "Why are they so cold?" I hissed, yanking my hand back in shock. I wrapped it in my scarf to warm it up, then looked up to see Will's cheeks tinged scarlet. "I'm sorry," he muttered sheepishly.
I couldn't help but swoon. "You are so adorable," I gushed, swooping in to give him a kiss on the cheek. I didn't think it was possible for his cheeks to turn redder than they were, but he proved me wrong. "You're adorabler," he said, then smiled so cutely I had to make sure I was breathing.
Before I could embarrass myself by saying anything more, he swiftly grabbed a pair of earphones out of his bag and shuffled through the playlist on his phone. I grimaced when I saw the name of the song.
"Killshot? No way," I said, losing all respect for him. Rap? Um, no. Just no. "Yes, yes, yes!" he gushed, then offered me an earphone. I threw him a disgusted look.
"How am I dating you?" I said, and his mouth dropped open dramatically. "You did not just insult Eminem. I will murder you,"he threatened, lifting a hand up. Before I knew it, I was choking with laughter.
