My thoughts race through my head as I head to class, the only thoughts being those of... that boy. That strange boy. How could he captivate me so quickly? Then again, if I'm really being honest he looked a lot like..... Holy biscuits! It was David! He had told me his name, but I way too distracted by everything else to hear it. Anyway, omg! I just kissed the boy I've been dreaming about since the beginning of high school! I blush really hard as I sink into one of the dainty metal desks the school had supplied us with. I wonder if he likes me? I wonder if he thinks I'm weird. Probably. David was a tall, sort of lanky boy who always sits in the back of the biology classroom, usually either with his signature "fuck everybody" look, of with his nose in a manga. I've always loved the way his silky black hair was strewn across his face. As if each strand knew exactly where if belonged. The few times that our eyes had met, I couldn't help but be entranced in the magical brown hue they held.
Heh. I'm rambling now. I say through class hardly about to actually get anything done on account of the passionate exchange I had been part of that morning. Class tends to drag when I'm stuck in my head..... which is funny because in biology time always flies. The bell shock me back to reality letting me know it's time for break.
At break I head to the library. It's usually pretty empty in there, which is perfect for what I needed to do. I go to the back corner where I usually go, weaving through miles of written beauty, and wood. There I sit, opening my bag, pulling from it a small red box that carries my biggest secret. I slip my ring off my middle finger and press the jewel into the slot on the front of the box, allowing entry to it.
Inside were only three things. A list of ingredients, a bottle filled with murky blue liquid, and a syringe. I take out the syringe, filling it with the liquid. Then I check around me before lifting my shirt, as I inject the liquid into my side. When finished. I replace everything back in the box, shut, and lock it, placing it back in my bad, and go on with the rest of my day.
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Holding up the high school
Roman d'amourThis story is being written by two star crossed lovers who have hit a few rough patches but at the end of the day, are still as in love as the day they met~