and i oop...

three

pov: mae's

location: mae's school

time: 12:30 pm

it was finally lunch. my favourite time of day, when i get to stuff my face with as much food as i can. i sit down at my usual table, along with a few other girls which i can put up with and a few of my close guy friends. ripping my food out of my bag, i start shoving it in my mouth, ravenous in my hunger. riley then sits down and breaks off a piece of my brownie. 

"hey!" i whinge.

"he he!" she blows me a kiss... little bitch. 

"i was really enjoying that!" i laugh.

harper nudges me and looks at me with her gorgeous chocolate eyes. no homo or anything, but harper is one of the prettiest girls in the school, with her long dark hair and perfect body. she would be with those popular bitches sitting on the table across from us, but harper is too timid for that, and doesn't care for 'the tea.' she motions behind us and so i turn around to look. a group of guys are all crowding at one table all looking at someones phone. for a second i wonder what they are looking at, but then i hear the familiar sound. "she says she wanna dance but she don't know how to woah!" i immediately want to die. they pause it multiple times, obviously trying to get a good look... at whatever they think there is. it isn't as if i'm blooming in the chest area, i'm literally as flat as a boy.

"what the fuck?" i look at riley.

"they are probably drooling over how thick you are," she practically screeches with laughter.

"yuck."

"thick with four c's, five q's and two k's,"

"wow," i roll my eyes at her. 

"t-h-i-c-c-c-c-q-q-q-q-k-k!" she chants. god she's annoying but i do love her.

"you forgot a q," harper chimes in.

we all giggle to ourselves and i begin to think that everything will blow over and be okay. i continue to eat my lunch and talk to my friends, ignoring the immature slugs at the other table. we talk about random shit until the bell rings for the next periods. saying my goodbyes, i quickly leave the table and rush to my locker. i grab my books for my next two classes, and run up the stairs to my fourth period. i look to see my class go inside and the teacher shuts the door. great, now i'm late. i run up the last few stairs, and suddenly my feet fly out from underneath me and i fall flat on my face. my books fly everywhere and i feel a sharp pain in my hip. i landed so that my hip hit the last stair... ouch.

before i can crawl back to life, i see a pair of nikes in front of me. i just couldn't quite see the person wearing the nikes. probably some guy in the grade above me. he bends down and starts picking up my books, and i stand up.

"oh, you don't have to do that!" i say. the guy looks up at me and i nearly have a fucking heart attack... it was like an angel had just fallen from the heavens. he pushed his floppy brown hair out of his face and looked at me with his emerald green eyes. he tilts his head slightly and i immediately feel faint... his fucking jawline though!

"don't worry about it," he passes me my books and his fingers brush mine.

"umm, thanks." i yeet out of their way, too socially awkward to try and hold a conversation, and already too late to class to try.

i walk into class, and let mr hanson yell at me. i'm way to happy to let anyone burst my bubble, even though i may look psychotic with my smile, i just couldn't stop smiling.

"what are you smiling about?" jade looks at me.

"no reason." i open my book and begin to copy down the notes on the board, letting my mind run wild. 

i just wish i had got his number, or his name at least...

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