The sounds of lockers slamming, the clicks and stomps of footsteps, and frenzied chatter.
"Please! Don't leave meee."
"You're gonna have to go at some point. The bell's about to ring."
"Can we please please please swap places? You go to my class and I go to yours. Just for like, first period."
Evangeline looked pointedly at Amelia's blonde hair, then held up her own brown locks. "You really think she's going to believe it?"
"Ugh," Amelia groaned, "if only I had brought a wig." But her friend finally gave up. "You're right, as usual. This isn't gonna work. Think I can skip?"
Evangeline shot her an appalled look, eyes widening. "On the second day, Amelia? Noo way, missy." And with that, she spun her friend around, pushing Amelia towards the classroom door. Amelia immediately stiffened, digging her heels defiantly on the ground.
It was like trying to moving a rock. Or a really, really stubborn 7-year-old.
The fact that Amelia somehow managed to stay in place despite Eva using all her strength was slowly getting on her nerves. "Stop...huff...resisting! You're going to make me late now," Evangeline managed through gritted teeth, exhibiting more force. Man, I should've worked out yesterday if I knew I had to go through something like this in the morning.
Around them, students passed by with perplexed looks.
Amelia, seeing Eva's exhausted expression, finally relented, sighing, "Fine, fine." She released her hold, then added, "But let's meet up for coffee after school, 'kay?" Of course she had to throw that in there, Evangeline thought.
Eva smiled, rolling her eyes, "'Kay, now go!" With one last push, she waved her friend a final goodbye and pivoted towards her own classroom, only stopping to glance back. Her friend's face looked very much like an abandoned puppy. The sight almost made her want to go back, until she remembered that she would soon be late. Eva adamantly turned away, pulling the door handle open.
The front row was decidedly empty. Evangeline grinned in satisfaction. First again, hm?
Taking a seat, Eva glanced at her phone screen. Only 3 minutes until the bell, she noted. She looked at the empty seat beside her. Where was he?
The clock in the front of the room went tick, tick, tick.
A ping came from inside her bag. Evangeline sighed. Must be Amelia making a last-minute plea to swap places. She retrieved her phone, opening the new message:
1 message(s) from Trevor (from econ) (now):
slept through alarm today. can u tell atterbury ill be late
Evangeline pursed her lips. Is this why he wanted her number the other day? So she could be his personal assistant or something? She was about to type a cryptic message about timeliness before she stopped herself.
Be civil, like Mom taught you to be.
And so, it ended up this way:
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cole & evangeline
RomanceONE BOY. Cole Prescott wasn't one for change. Day by day, he led the same, monotonous routine. He thought he had all he needed in life. Yet, he seemed to want something that wasn't there. With the emergence of a strange girl and an even stranger mys...
