Just Tired

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People do embarrassing things all the time, and at first you can't stop thinking about it, but it goes away eventually. The person who did said embarrassing thing, and the people who witnessed said embarrassing thing, eventually forget about it. Basically, you move on. I can assure you, that day was not one of those days.
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My heart was beating so fast, our faces were so close I thought it was going to happen, I really did, and then... he cleared his throat.

I immediately backed away from him. "I... uh um."

"Let's just not..." He said, and I could see he was just as embarassed as I was.

"Yeah we should just uh.." I really just could not find anything to say... I mean would you able to? "My assignments finished so..."

He nodded. "And it's uh... getting late so detentions over now." He said with the saddest attempt at a smile.

Well my attempt may have been worse, it turned out as more of a grimace. "Okay, well thank you and uh, I'm... sorry."

We both began packing up our things faster than I'd ever done before. "Oh no, don't be. I apologize."

"Thanks for letting me finish the assignment." I said in a failed attempt to stop the extreme awkwardness that has taken over the room. I blame him.

"Thanks for handing it in, it looks... great." The way he squeezed his eyes shut told me he knew just how stupid it sounded as I did. He hadn't even gone over it yet.

"Thanks..."

He did and up driving me home, we didn't even look at each other.

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"Hello? Natalia... anybody home? Natalia!" Mariana's voice snapped me out of my trance, it was so sudden that I accidentally slammed my locker door on my hand.

"Ow!" I gritted my teeth and yanked my hand away from my locker.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you?!"

Oh well basically, I broke down in front of my English teacher and almost kissed him. "Nothing, I just... I'm just tired." I lied as I examined my hand. As much as it hurt, it was okay. "Anyways, what were you saying?"

Mariana smirked. "I was just asking how detention went... anything exciting happen?"

I could feel my cheeks go red. "No nothing happened! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Marianas eyes widened. "Nat, it was just a joke..."

"Oh sorry... like I said, I'm super tired."

She just nodded.

I felt very embarassed, and bad for snapping on my best friend. "I really am sorry I didn't mean to--"

She cut me off, and have me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, it happens."

"Thank you."

She nodded. "All right I 'gotta go, have fun with every girl's favourite teacher." She said as she walked away.

I gave her a fake smile and turned back to my locker to grab my binder. I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head. I really needed to get it the fuck together.

The warning bell rang and I headed to class, I took my usual seat and Mason sat down beside me. "Hey Nat."

I have him a tired smile, it was still so weird to talk to him like this. "Hey."

"Are you okay? You look stressed."

I shrugged. "Stressed a little, but I'm okay. How are you?"

He took a minute to think. "I'm good, actually. Things seem to be actually going my way for once."

"That's what happens when you stop being an asshole."

We both gave each other playful glares.

I noticed Mr. Davis staring at us, he didn't exactly look happy. When my eyes met his and realized I'd caught him staring, he quickly looked away. I sighed, and began scribbling on a piece of paper to distract myself.

"Could I speak with you at lunch, Natalia?" Mr. Davis asked, I hadn't even realized he'd left his desk.

"Of course." A part of me wanted to say no, but the other part really wanted me to say yes.

A/N

I'm sorry if this chapter is lame and short, but it's been a minute since I've updated and I keep promising to get a schedule

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I'm sorry if this chapter is lame and short, but it's been a minute since I've updated and I keep promising to get a schedule. I'm sorry guyss.

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