I pick up my things from the ground, and go to the toilet to clean up the scars on my hands and knees. some girls are standing outside the toilet talking about the party, they’re all wearing similar clothes and ponytails with different color bows. The schools cheerleaders… Why is everyone talking about that party, like it’s just a party, not a big deal, like get a life… I walk past them and try to think of something else, a party is the last thing I should be worrying about right now. “What happened to her?” I hear one of them whisper loudly enough for me to hear it, yeah, I fell on the ground and hurt my knee, and what? “I just fell, but I’m okay” I say politely and walk to class. I can feel their surprised eyes on me, I don’t think they expected me to hear them, but I did anyway.
Okay I’m not gonna let these scars, or that boy ruin my day.
I take a deep breath before opening the door to the history class, to calm down a little.
“Good morning everyone! take a seat and let’s begin…” Mr. Phillips says, he’s probably my favorite teacher, he’s just always so happy and positive. I take a seat in the front row, taking my pencil case from my bag. “I will give you all a worksheet, with 20 different tasks that you’re going to work with for the next two lessons…” he informs, but I don’t really listens to what he’s saying, my mind is still on that rude boy from earlier. Who was he? Why didn’t he look where he was going? I mean neither did I, but still he was so rude… I open the worksheet, oh god, this is gonna be boring… I’m playing a little with my pencil while looking out of the window hoping I can go home soon.
An hour has past and it’s still sooo goddamn boring, I love history but sometimes it’s just killing me. “Sorry I’m late, I’m not really sorry but yeah… I’m late” a familiar voice says from the door, I know that voice… He laughs a little of his own “joke” and takes a seat right behind me. ughhh, couldn’t he find another place to sit?. Something hits the back of my head, and makes me turn around to look at ‘that boy’. I give him a glare and sees a folded paper on the floor right behind my chair, what the hell?
He just gives me a confused look, like it was me who threw the paper at him. “What?” he whispers, but I just turns around with the paper in my hand, I’m not gonna play his stupid games.
I throw the paper in my bag and try to focus on the worksheet again, even if it’s boring i rather do that than pay attention to a jerk like him...
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OUT OF LOVE
Teen FictionAva is a student at Eastwood secondary School, and is about to finish her last year. She lives alone with her mom and her cat, Mogli, in a small town called Hadford. She has always been a little shy and afraid of love, until she meets this special b...
