A/N: More pictures of Troye portraying Simone ^^
Months passed and we were almost into October and I'm so excited I could cry. Sandra, Jasper, and I have this crazy idea for being the three blind mice for Halloween this year and I'm so super stoked about it. It's going to be my first Halloween in Florida and I'm nervous, but I'm too excited to let it fully bother me. I'm sitting at my desk in Mr. Sneezly's class doing my best to wait for class to start, but I'm shaking in my seat. It's as if I can taste the possibility in the air. And then I'm aware of Alistair watching me and the air becomes polluted. He leans close and sighs, "Why have you stopped talking to me? I didn't do something to offend you, did I?" I pause and almost apologize because he sounds sincere, but then I look up and see him wearing a poop eating grin and I frown. I turn the page in my book because I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately (it's no longer a distraction at this point, or an acting thing) and scoff. I'm honestly not even faking at this point because this book is so freaking amazing. And I'm not just saying this cause the book is gay and I'm gay or because the main character's name is Simon and so is mine, it's just spelled differently. The 'e' in my name is silent, but it's there. I wonder if I share Simon's wistful thinking and I decide to add it to the list of topics I'll use when I email Jess again, which probably won't be until she replies to the ones I sent her months ago.
I realize Alistair is still inches from me, but I ignore him and continue to read, though, I'm doing so quite angrily. Which sucks since I was honestly enjoying the book and it's not the type of book you angrily read, it's just too good for that. And then I realize the book doesn't deserve this and neither do I. I turn and give Alistair my most intense glare, "What do you want from me?" Alistair's smirk became more prominent and he leaned closer to whisper in my ear, "To make you mine." I can feel my eyes widen and a lump clogs itself in my throat and I'm shaking, but I can't seem to make myself stop. Mr. Sneezly asks if we have a good reason for talking during his lecture and damn, I didn't even realize he'd started talking in the first place. Alistair, on the other hand, had the perfect excuse. Said excuse happened to be him alerting me that my pants were unzipped. I became redder than a strawberry in literal seconds and when the dismissal bell rang, I practically teleported into the hallway. I struggled to get my hands on Sandra and Jasper because I needed them and they were my best friends, they could help me sort through all of this. Except, they aren't around. But Tucker is, and he's alone which I take to my advantage. I'm pretty sure I'm still shaking when I approach him and I'm slightly panicking too. I'm not even sure why and then everything gets too loud and I'm basically whimpering when I finally reach him. He doesn't even speak, he just wraps his arms around me and calls me 'little lamb' like he did when we cuddled in my bed when he'd sneak in after a hard day. He kisses my forehead a few times and I eventually calm down.
When I get to lunch, Jasper isn't at our usual table. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's not in the cafeteria at all. So, I put my stuff down before heading to Sandra's art class. She's standing in the back where the sink is, throwing some brushes in this huge round container and she's still has on this paint smeared apron. I clear my throat to get her attention and she gives me this look that says she's shocked to see me here. She frowns, Why aren't you at lunch? I frown back because Sandra's never been like this, "Jasper wasn't there so I came down here." I take a seat at one of the empty tables and prop my elbows up on the smooth surface. Sandra's giving me this look of sheer panic and then shakes her head, "You can't be here." I pause because today is honestly becoming too much and then Jasper walks in and he's grinning and all the red in the face, but then he goes pale when he sees me. And then it clicks. Sandra and Jasper haven't been coming to lunch on time because they're shagging it up in Sandra's art classes. I stand up quickly and shove my way out of the room. I can't believe they'd keep something like that from me, I'm their best friend too. I don't cry even though I want to, I just head back to the cafeteria and get my stuff. I'm walking back when I realize I might be being followed. I ignore it up until I'm in the library and Alistair is standing right behind me when I turn around. I glare up at him (Because remember, he's insanely tall) and frown, "Why are you following me?"
Alistair's eyes look tired and dark and his shoulders a bit slump, "I wanted to come apologize, sincerely this time." I don't believe him at all so I turn and slump down in one of the chairs behind me. Alistair just sits across from me. he's watching me so intensely that I don't even bother pulling out my book because it just doesn't deserve that sort of thing. I look up at him and he keeps staring back at me. "I want to try and be friends." His voice so quiet I almost don't catch it, but I do and I'm shocked. I never though I'd hear such things from him. I blinked a few times before slowly nodding because why not? Everyone deserves a chance, even if they frighten you. He gives me this wide grin like a puppy who's just got their first treat and I can't help but return the smile. And then we're talking and I tell him all about the books I've been reading, but I never tell him I'm gay. And I don't think he minds at all.
A/N: Can you guys guess what book Simone was reading?
YOU ARE READING
Life According to Simone Lewis
Teen FictionI turn and give Alistair my most intense glare, "What do you want from me?" Alistair's smirk becomes more prominent and he leans close to whisper in my ear, "To make you mine."
