Looking For You

Chapter 5 - New

Chapter 5 - New

Having someone in your life could lead you to crazy emotions. Many of which can lead to crazy imaginations. It’s hard to realise that you’ve gotten used to someone when you think of them all the time, only thinking harder when they’re around; always watching their every move, smiling at little things they do and listening to their voice, knowing that they’re right beside you, keeping you alive.

This particular person enables me to do all of the above. It’s crazy to think the feelings I’ve developed for someone who I thought would never develop feelings for. And I don’t mean love. I mean friendship and always worrying about what they’re doing.

Caring for them takes a toll in your life, always wanting to know the odds and ends of their daily routine, not intending to invade their personal space. But things do get out of hand and words slip from mouths that weren’t meant to be said. But sometimes they’re for the best of caring for this person.

I sigh, slightly shaking my head at the thoughts of Christian. A smile creeps onto my lips at the mention of his name, thinking of all my previous thoughts that invade me everyday, zoning out and forgetting about class. But the sound of Mrs. Barnett’s voice awakens me, catching my attention of her words.

“You will be having a test on Friday, so make sure to study hard!” The class groans, only making Mrs. Barnett shake her head. My internal moans and rolling of my eyes bring negative thoughts to my mind; not being able to have fun because of studying — hang on, do I ever have fun around here? Not really.

After a jam-packed maths class, the bell rang, allowing students to be dismissed. Tucking my books under my chest, I walk out and head to my locker where I put them away and set for the cafeteria. All is good today, but my mood has been let down when I see Tibby and her new friends already laughing and huddling around phones in our usual spot. What could be so fascinating on their phones?

I just sigh and continue making my way over to the table where I am met with a friendly smile from Tibby. She shoos her friends away and I sit in an empty spot next to Sherri, the one who I haven’t spoken to in the time I’ve known her. 

Her dirty blonde hair hides her face from me, leaving me feeling excluded from this group. I don’t know what her problem is, but something tells me she doesn’t want to know me. So I scoot over a bit to make myself feel included.

“So how was everyone’s class?” Tibby began, not wanting to continue this awkward silence. Everyone nodded their heads, not really wanting to get into details about homework and teachers — it would sound weird coming from these girls, but not to me because whatever they talk about doesn’t interest me. 

“Good. We have a maths test on Friday.” I announced, not really sure if anyone cared. I look over to Tiffany, since we’re in the same maths class, and she rolls her eyes at the mention of a test. 

“I’m going to fail.” She states, doubting herself. Her body slouches while I frown. I hate it when people bring themselves down, even though what they say might be true. “You’ve actually improved. I reckon you’re going to pass.” I say lightly, using encouraging words to make her feel better.