CONFUSED

Chapter Seven

The black passenger door of my brothers 83 Chevrolet pickup, something he loved more than anything, slammed by the push of my hand, causing a loud crash to echo in the parking lot mixing in with the sounds of teenagers talking, laughing, yelling, etc. sighing I looked towards the school building and began walking towards it. Looking down at my phone realizing I was about to be late I turned my phone off and looked up again. Turning my head subconsciously looking around at all the people my eyes met with a guy that looked familiar, it was him Stephen, sitting passenger seat of a tan pickup truck. Turning away as if I hadn't seen him, I heard a engine reeve. I looked back towards him and what I saw was him shifter across the seats of the truck hitch his hand on the wheel. Shaking my head a smiled a small smile and saw that he was wearing the same expression except for one thing, his smile was more of a grin reaching ear to ear making his face seem overjoyed. I turned and kept walking making my way towards the school, glancing back towards the truck every now and then until it was gone from sight.
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I sat down on the old faux leather of the uncomfortable bus seats after a long 6 hours of school work. Pulling out my phone I typed out a text to Faith ( she who I go to for guy troubles) the message reading, "dude you'll never guess what happened this morning when my bro drove me to school" she replied quickly, being on a bus similar to mine a few feet away from me, "what?", I rolled my eyes at here unenthusiastic reply, "I was walking towards the school and Stephen reeved his engine at me and smiled at me when I looked". The classic three flashing dots appeared at the bottom left of the screen. I took the time it was talking her to reply to look at my surroundings. The people around me looked bored, on their phones listening to music, staring out the window, or a mixture of all three. Realizing I wasn't as different as they were I closed my eyes in consideration when I felt my phone buzz in my hands. My eyes flashing open with surprise and I turned my phones face up towards me and read the message to myself in my head. "That's weird wth". Taking what I can get from her I typed back a quick, "ikr" and slide my screen to my chat with Christina. "I can't wait for the concert 😱" I typed out. Christina always replies quickly one of the things I like about her. " I know right it's gonna be so dun I can wait to breath the same air as 5 freaking seconds of summer", smiling thinking that in a few short weeks we will be standing in front of 5sos live in person. "I know it's going to be great but I need to lose like 500 pounds before we go lmao" I message back expecting a 'same' 'mood' in response or even both. "Same I'll be looking like a broken hippo" she replied back. Smiling at our small inside joke we made before the first concert we ever went to together. I turned my phone over and look out side the bus window, watching the trees flying by and listening to my playlist. The rest of that day I watched Netflix shows always having things remind me of Stephen.