Okay about this story...um I wrote it and after I had completed writing I checked the one shot details once again and found that I have to write about #manah as in the story! But I did not write it that way D: My story does contain #manah and many of the other characters of YH1NM and shows many relations to it but it's not exactly the same :( but I still sent it to you because I really wanted to participate in this one-shot. But if you don't read it...I totally understand.
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The bell goes off and I give out a long breath. I love Math, but when you finish your work in half the time as others and have to sit in the class listening to the teacher say the things you already know then it gets a bit...'not the most fantastic class'
I quickly jot down the homework in my notebook and then slam shut my books.
Getting out of the class I check my schedule. I have a off period now. I head to my locker and after dumping in my books I take out my drawing notebook, my cellphone and my earplugs.
There's this oak tree inside our school campus and I go there in most of my off periods doing homeworks, studying or sketching. But today I don't feel like doing any studies so I guess I'll just sketch. Excuse me for being tired on a Thursday afternoon.
I smile as I reach the cool shade of the tree. Taking a seat near its roots I take the drawing notebook, plug in my earplugs and letting Ray LaMontagne play I look around for some inspiration.
I have been here so many times that I have drawn almost everything. I sigh and as I was about to give up something catches my eyes.
A boy sitting on the front steps at the entrance of our school. His shoulders haunched as he fiddles with something on his hands. A phone I guess. I squint my eyes to identify him.
Isn't that...Matthew? Mathew Sutter.
A blush automatically makes its way to my cheeks. Shaking my head I laugh at my stupidity. I should get over the crush already. He's the popular captain of the soccer team, so hot and almost half the girls of the school is head over heels for him. And me? Well I am just me, the one he'll never notice.
And doesn't he have a girlfriend already? I have heard she's not from our school. Lucky girl.
It might be only my imagination but Matt looks...upset? He looks tired too.
He stares his phone for a while and then puts it in his pocket. Then he takes it out and fiddles with it for few minutes and tucks it back into his pocket. He closes his eyes throwing his head backwards. After a while he opens his eyes and does the same thing with his phone over again.
What the hell is he doing?
It seemed like he was texting someone but then why does he put it in pocket everytime.
This intrigued me. Taking my pencil I began making a rough sketch of him. Shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees with a phone in his hand and his eyes sad.
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It's the fifth time I see him doing the same thing with his phone. Most of the time he keeps on staring at it. Why? Does he read some e-book on it? No...Argh. Curiosity is killing me!
I think I'll just go and see for myself. We barely talk but It's not like we don't know each other. I guess I have talked to him like three times from my freshman year. Okay...not that many times. But whatever.
I put my homework in my bag and getting up from the ground from under the tree I head over to him.
"Hey, Matthew."
He looks up surprised.
"Oh...hi Anah." He says giving me a tight smile. Yay! He remembers my name.
"You busy or something? I mean its my off period and I was getting so bored. Then I saw you and thought I could use some company" I said smiling, "...but I don't wanna bother you if your busy."
