There were a million reasons I didn't want to get out of bed, but apparently the universe wasn't going to let me sleep.
After throwing a hard school kegger, I had over two hunderes friends; but I wasn't deluded by my surge in popularity. I knew the difference between real friends and virtual ones. My real friends weren't talking to me. Although to Be fair, Eva couldn't. Literally.
While Eva was suffering from having no phone nor internet due to being grounded and all, I was sick over a kiss (and more). A drunken lip slip that had cost me. And after loosing Cody and possibly my brother (that is if he finds out about Hunter and I), my friendscape was pretty barren.
Soon after the vibrant summer rays have begun to warm the day there is a shrill sound, a whistle, and my mother barges through my bedroom door faster than a rat from a trap.
"Get up Amelia. You're gonna be late for school" my mother says before leaving the room.
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I groan and throw the blanket over my face, trying to block to golden rays that shine through my windows, the curtains adding an orange glow to the morning light.
I throw on a white cropped t-shirt, sweatpants and sneakers.
All I need to do now is nod, eat, pack my lunch and leave for the bus. No smiling required.
Our classroom is so warm after the wintry chill outside. I pause and wave to Ava, suddenly feeling lighter, a smile spreading over my face like it belongs there. I take my jacket off and place it in the back of my chair, my cheeks rosy. The air has a cinnamon perfume and already the room is mostly full. But that smile suddenly disappears as I find myself making eye contact with Hunter across the room. I tired to stay calm as my eyes met his.
Hunters Pov
I tried to forget. Leave it all behind behind. But I couldn't do it when I saw her from the distance. I always knew where I stood with her. We were friends, good friends. She was the little sister I never had. I didn't want things to change between us or become weird. But at the same time I couldn't stop looking at her. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Is it bad that a part of me wishes that nothing ever happened the other night?
