Dripped In Jealousy

Dancing With A Stranger

I walked into French class, taking my usual seat. Today, I felt like wearing a yellow silky dress, paired with yellow sandals, wearing my long hair down, which I would hardly do because of how easily it gets in the way of my tasks. Literally. Whether it'd be the breeze, or if I bowed my head, my hair would literally cascade in front of my face, and I found that annoying.

I was scrolling through Instagram, when I felt someone's presence next to me. Not that I gave two shits anyway.

But then, I felt that person touch my hair. Annoyed, I said, "You better keep your nasty hands out my hair and-" I froze mid sentence, because I realised Charley was the one touching my hair.

"Pretty feisty, huh?" he said, twirling my hair around his finger.

"I had no idea, I'm so sorry," I quickly apologized.

"It's okay...you should let your hair down more often. It's so shiny and gorgeous," he whispered, making my heart flutter.

"No way. It's actually really annoying. It's always in my face, especially when the wind blows. I'd cut it, but my mom would have my head off," I chuckled.

He sighed. "So, I guess you're ready for French orals. Especially since you went away with a certain someone," his eyes slightly darkened.

I guess that certain someone would be Chase.

"Are...are you guys, uh, dating?" he questioned, looking into my eyes.

"Oh, no. We're not a couple. Why'd you ask?"

He shrugged. "I've been seeing a few posts from schoolsniper101 a few days ago. And the way he reacted when he caught us in the changing room."

I slightly blushed. I didn't really know what to say to that. "Oh," I responded anyway.

Soon, Madame Boswell entered the class. "Bonjour tout le monde! We have French orals today. I can't wait to see how some of you guys improved on your French fluency!" Madame Boswell had a lot of energy for an old woman. She's one of those teachers who were pretty passionate about teaching, hence making her unique.

"Bonne chance (Good luck)," Charley smirked.

"You too," I smiled.

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I left the classroom with a smirk on my face. Charley and I got A+, but I got a point more than him for the use of accent. Ha!

I have biology with Livie now, so I stopped by my locker to wait for her. It's a routine. I waited for about two minutes, before I saw Livie approaching, and to my surprise, she was wearing the official cheerleading uniform. That means she made the team!

The red uniform hugged her curves nicely, and she wore that with white sneakers, pulling her hair into a high ponytail.

She was walking side by side with Lila. Together, they were really eye catching. They earned a few wolf whistles, and almost everyone watched as the passed through the halls. The funny thing is, they didn't give two shits.

Livie spotted me, grinning like a five year old. As soon as she reached me, we held hands and squealed together. Weird? I think it was pretty normal.

"I can't believe you made the team!" I smiled.

"I know right? I feel so successful," she laughed.

"Well, I'll see you later, Liv," Lila said, giving her a wink. Then...Livie actually blushed.

Woah.

As soon as Lila left, I smirked at Livie. "So, you two have a thing going on?"

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Of course not! Don't be silly. I'm 100% straight."