Emison: Unsteady

9- No Shit to Cut

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Alison's POV

The weekend passed and a new week began. Here I am, first period biology class, the first thing on a Monday. The class I share with Emily. I lightly tap the end of my pen against my open notebook, my eyes wandering forward to the brunette who was sitting in front of me, on our shared lab bench. We haven't talked since three days ago, in the girl's locker room. Today, I greeted her with a beaming smile, which she responded back with a dry 'Morning'

Her assigned partner was taking notes for the both of them while the tan beauty leaned back in her chair, her hair up in a messy bun, her fit body clad in ripped jeans, a black button up shirt, open and revealing a wrinkled white v-neck beneath. Her signature letterman fitted on top. Her eyes focused on her laptop screen with earphones plugged in her ears, angry rap music leaking through. She's in one of those moods again.

"Okay, class, remember to get your permission forms signed for the excursion next week..." Mr Kingston reminded, glancing over at Emily. "If you don't, I can't let you on the bus"

I bit my lip, my attention remains set on the brunette girl. I know that she knows I'm staring, just by the way she clenches her angled jaw and her dark eyes struggling to avoid my stare.

"Miss Fields, what did we discuss about having earphones in class" Mr Kingston huffed, resting his hands on his hips. The arrogant girl remained slouched in her seat, simply rolling her eyes before yanking her earbuds off by its wires. "Thank you" He nodded before turning back to the white board.

She let out a heavy exhale through her nose, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs. I continued to stare at her, forcing her to acknowledge my presence. Finally, her eyes shift to meet mine, her perfectly shaped brows furrowed.

"What?" She finally speaks up.

"Why are you so moody." I raise an eyebrow, copying her posture and crossing my arms across my chest.

"I'm not, I just hate Monday mornings" She mutters and looks away, ignoring my presence for the last few remaining minutes of class.

I know that she's not a morning person but she has really been worse than usual. A part of me thinks it's because of my thing with Lorenzo but another part me doesn't want to assume something so self centered. She probably has bigger problems that don't revolve around me.

The bell rang, indicating the end of first period. The sound of chairs scraping against the linoleum flooring could be heard as everyone headed out the single door. I gather my things, swinging my bag over my shoulder as I follow after Emily.

She hooked one of her earphone's wires around the outer shell of her ear while the other bud was plugged in her ear.
People glanced over at us, whispering under their breaths. Some jocks called out Em's name along the way, trying to strike up a conversation with the star soccer player. She just nodded her head in greeting, a small smirk playing on her lips as some girls from my cheer squad trailed their hands across her arm.

She brushes them off subtly before continuing with her stride to her next class, which happens to be in the back building of our school, in front of the football field. She pushes against the exit door, the cold wind brushing against my warm skin as I trail behind the brunette.

Her long strides had me struggling to catch up. Screw her tall 5'7 ass. "Can you like slow down a little bit"

"Nah" She responded dryly, shoving her hands in her pockets as we pass our school's large football field. Blue and white streamers and banners were still hanging up on the bleachers.