𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘸

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮

ｈｅａｔｈｅｒ

I walk confidently down the hallway. Another school year, this will be easy. I know it is. It's always easy. Heather taps me on the shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. She gestures that she has to go to the bathroom so I sigh impatiently. "Grow up, Heather." I push open the door. It's the usual, notes left in marker and a strange smell. Just as we were about to leave I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. "Ah, Heather and Heather." She said in fake shock. "And Heather!" Heather called from the bathroom stall. "Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting?" She sighed. "You're late for class." Damn, that sure is interesting but I don't care. I examine my nails, nodding in annoyance as a girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair opened the door. "Miss Flemming!" She called out in a slight panic. I didn't see the girl that well so I just looked away.  She shoved a piece of paper in her face. The short woman's brown eyes framed by square glasses skimmed over it. "Oh." She walked off to the class she was supposed to be teaching.

I looked back on the girl and was in a slight shock. She had soft, pretty brown hair that bounced on her shoulders and similar brown eyes. Her brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another. Her eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing and warm blanket of love, and she does have good bone structure. I'm at a loss for words on how pretty she is. But I don't have a crush on her or anything!! That's ridiculous because I'm not gay. I'm straight as a- a line. A line. The straightest line. I like boys.

After getting my obvious approval Heather and Heather welcomed this girl into the group. Her name was Veronica. Veronica was a beautiful name. I introduced myself and I told her she had good bone structure. I hope that didn't give her a bad idea or something. Anyway, I need to keep up my persona of being the popular pretty one everyone wanted to be or something. I apply an extra layer of red lipstick. For some odd reason, I thought about Veronica all through class and how much I wanted the class to be over so I could talk to her, but then when I wanted to talk to her, my brain goes blank. This is so confusing and I love it. I don't know why, but I feel a feeling of pure...hope that I can have feelings and be more than a stereotype.

As we walk out the school gates she stops me. "Hey, Heather!" She taps me on the shoulder with a sincere smile. I stumble, dropping one of my books and then quickly picking it back up. Damn, I'm not used to being this awkward mess. "What?" I say, with a slightly cold tone. I need to hide my feelings. "I was hoping I could get your number or something so we can talk and stuff?" That's when my heart just stopped.

this is cringe but enjoy

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