spoken word. (gxg)

twenty-four.

twenty-four.

The trek to June's room was silent. It wasn't surprising— I knew that June found comfort in silence. She thought small talk was pointless, which I understood. Slowly, I was starting to appreciate the silence as well. Not that my impulse to fill it went away, because it didn't.

"So," I said, unsure, "what are we doing now?" The chemistry in the car seemed to have relaxed a little with our walk to June's room. She seemed like she'd rather sleep or relax, her shoulders still tense. Quietly, I approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She whipped around, the fire in her eyes startling me.

"What are we doing now?" She said, spacing the words as if each one was painful.

"Um," I stuttered as she took a step forward, forcing me to take a stumbling step back. Before I fell, however, her hand shot out to scoop around the small of my back. I felt heat rush to my face as she leaned to speak in my ear.

"I have been waiting all day to get you alone," she said, voice low and rough. My head spun as her hot breath touched my ear. I bit my lip so I didn't say anything stupid. It was very likely that, with how delirious I felt, I would ruin the mood with some stupid question.

She moved, somehow gracefully though I was pressed against her front, to the wall, her lips teasingly close to my own.

"Are you jealous of Tyler?" I whispered, betraying myself. Internally, I wanted to punch myself in the face for ruining to moment. June pulled back a little bit.

"Why are you bringing up Tyler?" She asked distractedly, a little annoyed.

"Well, uh," it was hard to think with her so close to me, "I um, you didn't want to see him this morning, and this morning you kept a-ah, asking about him and—" I stopped abruptly so I didn't embarrass myself further.

"What?" June squinted at me.

"Stop doing that," I accused, glaring at her.

"Stop doing what?"

"Stop doing the thing where you... where you look at me. It's hard to think." Her expression turned amused, lips twitching upward.

"What?" I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.

"Never mind. Just answer me."

"No, I'm not jealous of Tyler," she assured me. I brought my head up, examining her face— it didn't seem like she was lying.

"So why...?" I trailed off. Why didn't she want to visit him? Why did she ask about my conversation with him? It didn't make sense.

"Stop thinking so much," she mumbled, and when her lips pressed against my own my brain short-circuited.

I didn't see June at all on Sunday, which sucked. I didn't have my phone, still, so I couldn't call her, and by the time Monday morning wrapped around I was desperate to see her face. Somehow, in one day, I had become addicted to June Willow's lips.

But more than that, I wanted to be in her company, smell the sweetness of vanilla and watch her lips twitch as I pummeled her with weird jokes.

Monday stretched, infuriatingly long. When 5th period wrapped around, I was excited to see if June would come. Part of my brain thought that, with the new development in our relationship, she would want to see me more.

Probably for that reason I was disappointed for the thousandth time when June Willow didn't show up to class.

At least, I told myself, we would be able to see each other after class. We always met up after class, it was our thing.