Chapter 4

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We walk in together and I sit next to her at the front. I say to her "but I have one more question" and she looks at me with a wide stare, and I say "I was wondering if you would like.... Maybe... Go out with me?". This is the most nervous I've ever been, it feels like eternity before she answers. She replies in a more joyful voice "yes of course!" and I see her cheeks fill with red again. After that we talked through most of the lesson. The bell for second period goes and I walk off. I have music, I like music, well probably because I play guitar but mainly because we usually bludge in music.

I walk into to my music class and sit at the back with some friends. The problem about my friends in music is that they don't stop talking, so I keep mostly to myself this time. My teacher asks why I'm so quiet this lesson and I reply saying that I'm sick but really I'm actually thinking of steph, her beautiful eyes, her beautiful smile, her cute dimples whenever she smiles, she Is just beautiful no matter what. When I snap out of my dream the bell goes for lunch and the day goes like a breeze.

I get home to my parents getting ready for a party, I ask where they are going and all they say is "to a party". All I know is that I'm going to be alone tonight, and that there's ten dollars on the bench for pizza, even though it's not enough for one pizza anyway.

When my parents leave, I walk down to the local shops about two minutes away and get about eighty dollars out of the ATM and walk back home. I call the pizza business and ask for a Hawaiian pizza to be delivered to my house, within an hour the pizza guy appears with my pizza and drink, I pay him and watch him leave on his small scooter. For the rest of night I talked to steph on the phone, but she fell asleep and I couldn't help but feel lonely. I finally fall asleep at about four am in the morning but wake up to a knock on the door, I get up and walk to the door slowly letting out some mumbling and moaning, but when I open the door I find two policemen holding there hats on there hearts.

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