(D I S C O N T I N U E D)
Reason for discontinuation: hello fellow readers who actually had faith in this book, very sorry to bury your bubble but I'm going to be working on a book that isn't Colby related. I will be putting my blood, sweat, and tea...
You were on your way to third period. You hadn't seen Colby yet so you hurried to class. The sad part was that he had all classes with you. You pushed your glasses up and sped walk to Mr. Browns' class. You made it without any sign of Colby. You sat at the back right corner where you always sat. You set your bag down and rested your head onto your hand while listening to Mr. Browns' morning lecture. The bell rang meaning if anyone was late, you were 5 minutes late. Which made you sense that Colby was gonna walk in any minute. Just as Mr. Brown passed the work to everyone the door handle jingled. You kept your head down and continued doing your work. The girl that was sitting in front of you turned back.
"May I borrow a pencil, Lei?"
You raised your eyebrows, shocked that she knew your name. You nodded pulling out a spare pencil to give to her. You passed her a mechanical pencil with an unused eraser. She smiled.
"Thank you." She said softly.
The door opened to reveal a messy haired Colby with a beanie on.
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He looked at you and smirked.
"Sorry I'm late Mr. Brown, had a little... setback."
Andrea, the popular chick, walked in after him smiling. You shook your head in disgust, continuing to finish your work. Colby squeezed through the squished together desks and sat next to you. You ignored his presence and continued. He placed his hand on your thigh. You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand off with your left hand. He placed it back on. You sighed and let him keep his hand there. You glanced at his paper and saw he was correct so far. You looked back at yours and flipped your paper over. You looked for something to sketch. You looked at Mr. Brown and saw he was concentrating on whatever was on his computer. You shifted in your seat and started sketching Mr. Brown. His chiseled jaw was a bit covered from his stubbed beard. You drew his arched brows and his fluffed up beard. He was the young type of teacher. He said he was around the age of 30 sometime ago, you believed him. You finished the shading under his eye and looked at it from afar, you were impressed. You flipped the paper back over and finished the last question. The bell rang and everyone stood up from their seats. You grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder. You waited for everyone to go before, but Colby stood behind you. You gestured him to go first but he shook his head, rolling your eyes you walked up to Mr. Browns' desk and placed the paper in the basket. You looked back at Colby, he raised his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes and walked out to your locker. You opened it placing your science textbooks into it and taking out your music notes. You pulled the notes out and the locker door slammed shut, you stood still with a straight face. You looked at Colby. You walked the opposite way towards Mrs. Grahams' class. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him. He pinned you to the lockers behind you, a hand up next to your head.
