Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 3.

[ Anna's POV ]

It's Monday again, yay. I drag myself out of bed and walk to the mirror. I look like shit, like I always do when I just wake up. I don't know why movie producers still think people look great when they wake up at freaking seven in the morning.

I rub my eyes and walk back to my bed. I'm still thinking about him. I've tried to think about anything but him, but something about him just kept pushing and pushing.

Where is he from? Which school is he going to? How old is he? I've never seen him around, so I guess he's not from nearby. Everything else from Friday night is just a blur, I don't even remember Jane or whoever taking me home. No, it couldn't be Jane, she was even more drunk than I was, judging by the drunk posts she posted on her Instagram.

"Anna? Are you awake already? You should come down here and eat some breakfast!" I hear someone interrupting my thoughts. I slowly walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen, where an overexcited mom and Ella are sitting at the table. Mom has been acting kind of weird for the last few days, it has left me skeptical, but I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. She's had enormous mood swings and has been working less than she usually does.

"Where is dad?" I yawn and sit down on a chair, thanking Ella for the plate she's handing to me.

"At work," mom says, suddenly not that happy anymore. I narrow my eyes and look at Ella, but she shrugs.

"Already?" I take a bite of my scrambled eggs and frown.

"He didn't come home yesterday night," mom purses her lips and musters a smile. "Have fun at school, I got to leave now."  

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I walk to school, it's only a five minutes walk, so I don't see why I should go by the bus. It would be great to own a car, but it's not like I can drive anyway. Not yet, at least.

I can hear the first bell ring as I walk through the enormous doors of Brooklyn High. I spot Jane and Tiffany waiting at my locker, with only a few students left in the hall.

"Jesus! Where were you?! We're way too late for class!" Tiffany shouts while grabbing my arm, dragging me to our first class. "We'll see you later Jane!" Tiffany is the kind of person who cares a little too much about school, grades and stuff like that. I wouldn't call her a nerd, but she stresses when the teacher hands her test back with a 'B' written on the paper. 

I can hear Jane's laugh echoing through the hall and Tiffany scoffs. "We'll see who's laughing when she gets her tests back and she needs me to tutor her for a whole year. Again."

We hurry to history class, where Mrs. Court is just about to close the door.

"You're lucky that I'm not sending you to the principal!" she smiles her sarcastic smile as we approach her. Mrs. Court is an old lady who looks like she just walked out of a black and white movie. A boring one, I can tell you. Tiffany is probably the only kid she will ever like, apart from her kids. If she even has kids.

"We're so sorry Mrs. Court, it won't happen again!" Tiffany apologizes on our behalves.

When we're about to sit down, Tiffany in the first row, me in the second, behind her, the door opens again. "Uh, is this history?" a male voice asks, but I pay no attention to him. It's probably another freshman who's still confused where the classrooms are.

"Yeah and who are you?" I hear an irritated Mrs. Court ask. She doesn't really appreciate latecomers if you couldn't tell. 

"Chris, I'm new here." My head shoots up when I hear the guy say his name. I vaguely remember the voice of the guy at the party, but I swear...

I look at the boy and scan his face. Yes, it's definitely the boy I met at Jason's party. Is this coincidence or what?

His eyes wander around the room and go from bored to amused when he spots me. He smirks and bites his lip, shaking his head slightly.

"You can choose a place to sit, Chris. Do you also have a last name?" Mrs. Court asks and adjusts her glasses, while walking towards her desk.

"Collins, Miss," he smiles at her and walks towards me. No, please don't. No, no, no. Shit. He puts his backpack on the desk next to mine and chuckles at me.

"Hey, I know you," Chris sits down. "Didn't know you went to Brooklyn High?" He still has that smug grin on his face that he can't seem to wipe away.

"Yeah," I say, not really knowing what to say. Jason is the only guy I didn't feel weird around, so I-. Wait, why am I even thinking about Jason? I really have to get over him, it's been months now. I should stop comparing every other guy to Jason. So what if he still looks amazing and he's an amazing kisser-. Stop, just stop Anna.

A silence overcomes the class when Mrs. Court starts talking about the Greeks and the Spartans, but I can feel Chris' eyes staring at me.

"You just moved here, I guess? I've never seen you here," I whisper to him as I move my head to look at him. I glance at Mrs. Court, who's still talking about the great Spartans and doesn't notice our conversation.

"Yeah, about a week ago. I live in an apartment close to this huge park and the mall? You know where that is?" he whispers. I feel Tiffany staring at us.

"Yep, my dad works in one of those buildings. I live there too," I whisper, surprised that our homes are so close to each other. Coincidence much?

"Oh, then you definitely have to show me around, Anna," he winks and focuses on Mrs. Court again, who's still talking about how great the Spartans were.

I realize that I'm still staring at him when the bell rings and the first period is over.

"Well, I'll see you around, sweetheart," Chris winks again and walks out of the room, leaving me stunned, next to an excited Tiffany.

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ]

Thanks to blackvibes for proofreading, you should follow her!

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