XXIX. it feels

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Tuesday
It is surprising that Will went in my house to come and fetch me. Well last night we have a small talk with each other, with Anne, Penny and Ben. It seems like Will is not in the video chat at all because he's just silent the whole time, he's been at his Xbox like all the time. I shared them how Bradley got hit in the head by my mom for teaching my younger sister words that shouldn't be taught at her. It's getting late already and ONLY Will and I left having a small conversation. Some weird conversation I guess and then we both decided to hung up. The ride to school 'still' a complete silence. Only the song 'how deep is your love' can be heard from the radio. We reached the parking lot and I quickly hop out of his car, hoping none of my friends can see this coming

"so...thanks I guess" he hop out of his car and starts walking near me

"no problem..." he went near my ear and I shiver. He salutes as he starts walking away from me and I went to my locker. Just when I reached my locker, Anne and Penny leaning over the locker beside mine, gossiping. I opened my locker and it accidentally hit Penny

"ouch...what was that for?" she asked me. I ignored her and I put my bag inside and went to grab some things from my locker. Just when I closed it and Ben appears out ouf nowhere. I jumped and I nearly hit Anne

"you're acting weird" Ben teases me

"nope" they again gave me again that smirk in their faces. The bell rang and we started to walk towards our room. Just as I enter the room, Will is already, BESIDE my seat. What's going on?

"the boy of your life" Anne teases me as we enter the room. I sat in my regular seat and some things have been changed, obviously Will sat beside me, Anne should be beside me but now she decided to sit behind me

"hi" he did not even respond "oh okay" I then stared back at the teachers desk. I tried my best to focus on this algebra that our math teacher have been teaching, but I cannot focused. Maybe because he got the sound of an itching rat, spinning rust steels, high pitch notes, I don't know but he sounds irritating. Instead of listening, I went to grab the pocket book from my other bag and hid it under the desk. About a minute later Will spoke up

"woah...you're a legendary" he said while looking down at my hands, I quickly closed it because I have no trust to this boy

"uhmmm....I've done it for like a thousand times now" I gave him a smile and tried to hid it under my desk more. He looked back at the teacher and I noticed an airpods in his ears

"so you're totally not paying attention too...am I right?" he didn't respond because I can sense him feeling whatever the music been playing in it. He then let out his fingers do the drum roll thing under his desk, his feet stomping lightly and more likely catching up all of the beats. I enjoyed watching him and when he noticed me looking at him he pull out one of the airpods and raise his eyebrows, emphasising the word 'what?'

"nothing" I said and turn to look back at my book. Just when I was about to flip the page, a large hand came over my desk and it landed so hard that it startled both Will and I. I almost jumped from my chair and I dropped the book, I look up and

"SAMSONS, RIDGE, OFFICE NOW!" I look at the teacher like a puppy

So it went like this, Will and I got sent to the principal that quickly. We waited there for like an hour and we already had missed two of our classes, in which the waiting last for more than an hour. Wills' parents got inaide the principals room first. When his parents got out of the room, expected. His parents glare at him and I can feel him being nervous, first time. When they went out, Mr. Dales ask Will to go in the room since it's nearly, not actually nearly half of the time when we were dismissed in the class. He obeyed and starts walking down the hall and turn right to the corridor. I watched him disappearing and a sudden high pitched voice came over the hallway. I look at who it is and my mom's in there shocked, my dad, not.

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