!DISCONTINUED! Miserable At Best (a Derek Sanders/Mayday Parade fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Getting upset over a boy is too mainstream for me

Chapter 5

I'm gonna fail.

Throughout Chemistry and English, I couldn't concentrate at all. The soft feeling remained in my chest and mind, and for a reason I couldn't decipher, throughout the entire class, I wanted to look around and just stare at Derek. Wouldn't he think I was weird if I did that?

That didn't stop me from glancing in my peripheral vision at his features. In Chemistry, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his eyes cast downward, the lime green iPhone 5c in his hands. He held it vertically and tapped on the screen continuously.

Flappy Bird.

I rolled my eyes at how students around him stared down at the phone in amazement. Nosey little teenagers. He didn't seem bothered by it though, he just continued, and once he lost, all the students' faces filled with disappointment and one even patted him on the shoulder, making him jump. He glanced around him and noticed all the students settling back into their seats.

Then he glanced at me and smiled a cheeky smile. My cheeks heated up as I looked away embarrassingly. He caught me staring at him.

What if he makes conclusions? What if he over thinks or remembers it so well? What if he asks me about it?

So many questions flooded my mind as the bell rang. I quickly dashed out of the classroom, ignoring Derek.

Or at least trying to.

Because Derek was much taller than me, his long strides caught up to my quick, short ones. He lay a hand on my shoulder while still walking next to me, and the bubbly feeling seemed to shift and stir my insides.

"You okay? You look a little...uneasy," Derek commented.

"I'm just tired."

His crooked smile just made the bubbly feeling even more excited. "You wanna sing to The Ready Set?"

I smiled back and shook my head, pushing my way through the crowd in the hallway to get to my locker. I spun the combination as he kept talking: "C'mon, Alice. What changed over the course of one hour?"

I shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He laughed. "Sure. You are totally off right now."

I shook my head. "Really, Derek, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Alice," he whined, pouting. "What. Is. Wrong."

"Nothing!" I slammed my locker closed and leaned my head against it.

Fucking feelings have to interupt my life!

Derek jumped beside me and scowled. "Allison."

"Ugh, Derek, why are you picking on me now of all times?!" I moved my hands to add emphasis.

"Because you aren't acting normally!"

I groaned dramatically and stomped towards the stairs. He followed, right on my feet, up until the second floor where his long legs walked right into my path. I tried to sidestep him, but he just smiled and kept getting in the way.

I threw my head back in frustration. "Derek," I groaned.

His smile grew. "Allison."

I shook my head. "We need to get to class."

He crossed his arms, that stupid smirk still upon his features. That damn shift in my stomach came back.

"You're not getting to class until you tell me what's wrong."