Natalie's POV~
For a good five minutes, I'm speechless. No comments. No words. Nothing. What just happened? Am I dead? That couldn't have just happened. I grab my phone quick and type the number she left on my arm into my phone and send a quick 'hey'. Seriously though, did that just happen? I'm so confused. Today she has been flirty and I don't know maybe even jealous. What is up with her today? Playing with my phone I look at my case. I'm going to take some pills and take the week off. I mean its the only thing I can do. Hopefully by the time I back she would have sorted this out. I slowly slide myself off the bed they have in here and I look for my stuff. I see my bag and leave the room I'm so used being in. I hate my life, all I ever am is ill.I finally got out of the school building and I went straight to my car and the memories of the day came flooding back. This often happens though, it's as if I blackout and all my emotions and thoughts get mixed up. I sit down in the front seat and blast a playlist that I know just helps my blackout mood carry on. Some people find these moods creepy but personally I love them, its as if my imagination is getting pushed to the limit. Before I know it I'm home and I just walk into my bedroom and fully emerge myself in the blanket and darkness comes over me slowly. I dream about her again and it's strange because its as if I'm dreaming but also not and it's like nothing I've ever felt before, her kisses are more real and I feel like I really have her arms around my neck. She leans down to touch my...
"This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna..."
"Shit!" I shout out gasping. My godamn phone. I'm going to kill whoever had messaged me. I didn't even bother to look at who it was because I need two things. To go to the bathroom and food. Like my morning routine, I roll out of bed and crash on the mountain of pillows and crawl to my bathroom. After I pee, I walk downstairs and find the house empty.
"Yes," I say surprisingly quiet considering how happy I am. Don't get me wrong, I love the girls I live with but you can't beat being alone for a bit. I walk to the pantry and grab LOADS of snacks and do the same with drinks and carry them upstairs. I run a bath and make sure my laptops charged so I can watch Netflix in my bath. Once my bath is done I put all my snacks in what I call my diabetes basket and grab a stool so I can put my laptop onto it. Once I'm in the bath, I put my hair into a messy bun using a scrunchy on the shelf and click play on a new episode of 'The Good Place'. Okay two things here, one if you think I'm weird because I do this in the bath then fuck off because it's amazing and secondly you NEED to watch 'The Good Place' it's amazing. Anyway, back to me in the bath, I go to grab a twinkie and go to take a bite when...
"This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna..."
"Fuck" I hiss cursing at whoever is messaging me again. This time I grab my phone, after eating my twinkie of course, and see who is disturbing me and my Netflix. Oh my living mother of Jesus.
Ammara 1:16 pm hey, this is Ammara if you hadn't guessed. Well I mean if you hadn't guessed then look down stupid! haha only joking. Anyway I was thinking we should brainstorm ideas on how to get you back into my class so yeah. Got any ideas?
Ammara 2:00 pm so, are you gonna be any help in this or have I got to do all the work! Because I am not wasting my own lunchtime, where I could be eating twinkies, on helping somebody who doesn't want to make an effort.
Omg... how could I forget that she had given me her number and that I had texted her. Godamn illness affecting my brain. Anyway before I could muster up a reply...
Ammara 2:15 pm okay so you're leaving me on read now. Great! One of my biggest pet peeves you know.
Ammara 2:16 pm Answer me.
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Falling For Miss Daniels (gxg) (teacherxstudent)
RomanceMiss Daniels is everywhere. She is unavoidable, not that I would want to avoid her. Well maybe it was for the best? Who am I kidding these urges are taking over. All I can think about is how her lips would feel on mine. ****************************...