♡ She's shy. He's a socialite. Both are different races. She's a teacher's pet. He's an Instagram star and the most popular guy at Middleton High, along with being the principal's son and has EVERY ONE around him. Diane Moore and Travis Sanchez are...
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Lunch
Library
Diane pov
"...And after that, I can skip senior year!" I explain to Travis, and Mrs. Armstrong.
"Really? That's great Diane!" Mrs. A smiles in pure happiness. "Well what'd you expect? You're smarter thank you think" Travis comments. "....But I don't know what to do. I wanted to stay here" I look down. "What?" they both ask in unison.
"I really wanted to stay here for my senior year, I mean...its the best year you could have in high school....."
"She has the best things and still complains..." Travis and Mrs. A went into a short conversation. I looked around behind me, seeing a few people sitting at a table in a group, then Chance at a table, reading to himself....wait Chance? What's he doing- "Pequena" "What happened?" I snap back to reality, "Diane, you don't have to stay completely out just because of that. Usually 99 percent of people in your position would leave faster than they could blink, but you... you can always visit here." Mrs.A comforts me.
"Thank you. I will-" the bell interrupted me. "You best get going, keep making them grades Diane, see you Travis."
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At this point I don't even know if I am in a relationship or not. I mean, just an 'accidental' kiss, multiple confessions that I was too stupid to notice, an actual confession, and...well...this.
I thought of it, then Chance popped into my mind, I never knew he reads in the library...you never really see a guy do that. I heard some girls talk about how cute he is-besides Travis. But they actually have a point, his fluffy hair and blue eyes can catch a girl easily. I wonder why is he so quiet? Does he talk? Is he mute? Is he deaf?....okay now I'm asking myself these questions about him knowing full well I was actually asked these before by people, now I feel dumb in a way- "What's on your mind?" Travis interrupts my thoughts.
"Nothing...just thinking about math." I say, still in my thoughts as my fingers unconsciously made their way to twirling a strand of my hair, on my way to math. Chance is in math too, is he smart? Does he make good grades? Will he skip a year too since he's home-schooled? Is he nice? Is he mean? Can we be friends? Wait, Diane what are you talking about? fRiEnDs?! "Who's on your mind?"
"No one." I reply quickly as we both made it to class, the first two being there, Mrs. Jones wasn't there yet. I sat in my desk, dropping my book bag on the floor, and laying my head down on my desk, resting my face in the coziness of my jacket. I could feel Travis' presence as he sat on top of the desk next to mine. "What?" I muffle.
"Is it him?"
" 'him' who?"
"Diane, stop playing dumb on me!" I could hear the slight irritability in his voice, I raised up, almost surprised at him, "Don't tell me you're jealous of this guy!" I almost laugh, but it shown as a playful smirk with dimples. "I'm just asking, jeez!"
"So...you are jealous?"
"I'm not."
"You don't know the guy, Travis. Why do you have to be so complex to understand?" I mutter at the end, massaging my temples.
"Maybe a genius like you will have to solve the problem"
"I think I did already"
"Really? Lemme hear it"
"Stop being complex" I say sarcastically "That's a great one." "Yeah, you're definitely a softie alright" I roll my eyes, "What?"
"I don't see how to everyone else you literally have this 'bad boy' image" I quote with my fingers, "But then when people really gets to know you, you're an innocent ....cinnamon roll of some sort" "That's what my sister told me.....well I didn't realize you're into those kind of guys, Diane."
"You're literally twisting my words. That's not what I said!" I stood up to him.
"You're getting mad now pequena?" he smirks, looking down on me. "Stop calling me that!" I get annoyed. Before I know it, he swiftly grabs me gently, our faces, closing in on my personal space. Our lips barely touched. My heart raced, startled by him, my lips stayed closed, stayed zipped, stayed shut.
I lean my head away, looking away at the door, looking out into the hall of the familiar classmates about to come in, "I don't mean literally" I poke the tip of his nose with my finger, he grabs it kissing it. "Stop it, they're coming."
"I don't care, maybe they'll see what they missed out on~"
"We're not dating...."
"Yet" he adds in.
"Yeah right. Okay"
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woo im gettin a-sleepy
thatza one a spicy meatball
*bites finger in sleep*
^ That literally happened to me. I had a dream i was eating Taco Bell and I just woke up but still half sleep, and I was dreaming i has a fork/spoonful heading into mah mouth and i literally had my finger in my mouth, then got my senses thinking... k hbjojkn bkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *fell aslwwepFA(*
^excuse THAT, i was on the brink of going to sleep last night when i edited this chapter -_-
