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The shrill ringing of the final bell had passed about five minutes ago, and I was standing outside near the buses, waiting for Suitcase to emerge from the flowing river of people exiting the school. She said that she would meet me here during lunch, and over text. I stared at my phone, occasionally glancing up. A feeling of anxiety sat on my chest like an elephant, which made my breathing uneven. Why is my face warm?
"Balloon!" I heard that honey-fuzz voice, and I looked up. I was met with a hug, which almost knocked us both over, and she grinned up at me, "How are you?"
"I-I'm alright," I laughed a bit nervously, "do you- do you hug all of your friends like that?"
She stepped back and blinked, looking down, "Well, n-no I guess not.." and she went silent for a moment. Trying to avoid the awkwardness, I piped up;
"S-so uh, which bus is yours?" I asked her, though from me being observant (and asking) I already knew what bus she rode.
"Oh I didn't take the bus today," She mischievously smirked, which made my heart race for some reason.
"H-how are we-"
"I have pegs on my new bike," She pointed over to the bike rack, about half empty, "Come on, lets go!" We walked to a sunshine-yellow bike with wicker basket at the front, and the aforementioned pegs on the back wheel.
She put the lock into the basket and hopped onto the bike, looking back at me, "Hop on."
"O-oh okay," I stuttered, stepping onto the pegs and then I paused, "What.. What am I supposed to hang on to?"
"Me, stupid!" She teased, and I felt myself turn red-faced. I shakily put my hands onto her shoulders, and she started to pedal. I quickly realized that the shoulders were not the best holding option.
"S-Suitcase, this seems- this is a little unstable!-"
She stayed quiet for a moment before answering, "Hold onto my waist then!"
I did as I was told, telling myself to stop overreacting. I was glad that she had tied her hair back, because then the wind would be slapping it in my face. The ride was surprisingly comfortable now, despite my racing heart. It seemed like time passed quicker, because we stopped in front of a small, arts-and-crafts- style house. It was now when my odd knowledge in architecture came into mind. We both got off of the bike, and she wheeled it into the garage.
"Here, we can just go in through this door," She opened up a door from the garage leading into the house.
"Alright," I followed her inside. We entered into the kitchen/livingroom, which was decorated with wooden things, lots of wooden things. It was cute, it suited her.
"My mom is at work right now, she won't be home until around eight, so we have plenty of time to work. Did you bring the textbooks?" I nodded in response.
"Cool, let's go upstairs then!" She walked away, leaving me standing there in thought.
I've never been in a girls room before...
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FanfictionInanimate High School. Population; too many. For some kids, it's also known as Hell, but things begin to change when someone new enrolls. The new face gets caught in the crossfire between an outcast, a bully, and a bystander, and lines must be drawn...
