Well. I can sufficiently say I'm so surprised at what happened today that all I can do right now is sit in the field and write what exactly has been playing through my brain for the past three hours.
In the masculine class, I get bored from time to time so I draw flowers on my notes. Yesterday, I drew a violet across the top of my paper but I had to leave early because of an appointment at the optometrist {because I can't see well at all and my eyes just suck}. Today, I walk into class and Deckland casually greets me with a quick smile, as usual. I decide to get the notes from what I missed yesterday from Kevin, one of the many guys in this class but I know him from chemistry and he's really smart so his notes are bound to be good, right? So I get up and walk over to Kevin
"Hey, can I borrow the-" I was cut off by a deeper and louder voice and I turn to my left to see Deckland standing there with a slight smirk on his face and an outstretched arm that held a sheet of paper.
At the top it read in chicken scratch "Miss Reese's Notes" and in the margin there was a poor attempt at a violet. He had copied me. My body and mind had a weird reaction to this and I sort of stood there frozen just staring at it for a few seconds before looking up. I gave him a grateful smile and said thank you, not knowing what this meant but appreciating it anyway.
Earlier this evening, after school, I was doing chemistry homework when my phone buzzed loudly and without looking at who it was I just answered it
"Hello??" I said in an exasperated voice, all my mind could think about in that moment was chemistry and I wasn't concerned at all with who was on the other end of this phone call.
" Uhh, yeah, Posey Reese?" The deep voice expressed.
"You got her, who is this?"
As soon as he spoke next I could hear the defined smirk within his words
"The man of your dreams"
"Deckland? How did you even get my number?"
"Wes gave it to me at practice" I have three older brothers and Wes is one of them. One is in sophomore year of college, that's Pace, and then there are the twin footballers, Wes and Dane {not Dan, he'll kick your ass for calling him Dan} who are a year older than me.
"How considerate of him."
"I guess he thought he was doing you a favor"
"Then I guess we have different definitions of 'favor'"
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Petals
Teen FictionThe select events in the life of Posey Holland Reese. More specifically events shared with Deckland Elliot Larson And Farrson Pace Bradshaw For a reason unknown, It all starts out with an absence. That absence changed them. For better or worse...
