It'll be our secret, Miss Abrams (GirlxGirl) [COMPLETED]

Nine

So what if I think my teacher is pretty? That means nothing.

She's a beautiful woman that will never know it from my mouth.

I think we're becoming friends, right? No, we are friends. I won't fuck that up.

I chain my bike and walk into the store to relieve another guy. He's older than Diana, maybe around 30? He got some patchy beard going on, although he'd probably look better if he shaved it.

"Hello Spencer," he takes his vest off and vanishes to the backdoor to get his stuff, "bye, Spencer."

"Bye, Kyle."

And then he's out the door and I'm left alone in the store. I get my book and prop my chin on my hand to read it. I should check to see if Mr. Harris needs me to do something, but my book is a bit too good now, so maybe when I finish this chapter.

At the beginning of September I was reading Red Sister and I had to wait for some time until the library had the second available. Now I'm reading Grey Sister and I feel like I'm addicted.

Bonus points for the author because I'm sure Nona and Arabella have the hots for each other.

Nothing like fantasy and gay shit together.

I hate myself for promising that I'd check if something needed to be done at the end of the chapter, because I don't want to stop reading. I sigh, putting the book down and walking to the back of the store. There are some boxes there and I walk back to the aisles to see I need to restock the chips.

I take a box and start putting it on the shelves, organizing it by brand and flavour. Boring work when I can only think about reading. I try to think of something else so I'm not tortured by the withdrawal and I end up thinking about Diana.

Her blond hair and her light-brown eyes. Her lopsided grin and the dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. She's beautiful.

No, she's not. She's a pretty friend. Teacher.

I think of old Mr. Fisher. I think that dumb fuck hates me to give me detention like he hands assignments. It wasn't even for serious shit, or I was doing some light jogging, or I was flipping off an evil girl.

'wanna come over tomorrow?' I see Jackson's text after my phone buzzes in my pocket.

'sure. sleepover?' we both know if I'm coming over after my shift I'm sleeping, but I need to be sure.

'of course. pack you pjs, gurl'

'okayy'

I pocket my phone and go back to putting chips on shelves. Then to scanning people's shopping.

Diana didn't come by, which makes me realize I was expecting her to. Maybe she had too many papers to grade today and didn't have time for her run.

Is it too weird that I missed seeing her?

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I ride my bike home. The nights are almost too cold now that we're almost in October but the biting air makes me feel alive in a weird way. After some minutes I'm not even feeling cold anymore, just the burning in my thighs.

Dad was home the whole day today, probably sleeping and resting for when he can get another shift at the hospital. I really hope he went out and bought bread.

I'm standing on the bike to go uphill when I notice the same guy delivering drugs to that sedan in the dark. I pass them on the side of the street with lamplights and I keep it to myself.