Tomorrow

three- bad news

Farrah, James, and I spent the whole lunch with the Dolan twins.

The bell rang and we all stood, packing up the left over food and throwing away trash.

"Well, I have Spanish," James announces as we make our way out of the cafeteria.

"I've got English," Ethan pipes, running his fingers through his hair.

"Me too!" Farrah says, looking at Ethan.

"Aren't we in the same English class?" Ethan chuckles, looking down at her.

Farrah's eye brows crease together, then separate. "Oh Yeah!!"

We all laugh, saying our good byes and heading down separate hallways. It ends up with just Grayson and I.

"Are you walking me to my class?" I ask him, adjusting the beanie on my head.

"You could put it that way," I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

I stop in front of my class room and turn to him, "Mission accomplished."

He smiles, making the corners of my lips rising in a smile. "Goodbye, Grayson."

I turn to enter my class, but he grabs my arm. "Wait, c-can I have your number?"

I turn back to Grayson, he drops his arm and is rubbing the back of his neck. He looks a bit nervous, looking at me through his eye lashes.

I smirk, "I don't see why not."

I swing my back pack onto my shoulder and unzip, taking out a sharpie. I take his hand and write my number onto the palm of his hand.

I put my sharpie away and drop his hand, giving him a cheeky grin and turning into my class room.

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School ends, with such relief I almost run out of my class room. I run head on into a hard chest and stumble back ward, not quit falling over.

Large hands grab my shoulders, "Woah! Sorry, didn't see you there."

I look up to find James, when he realizes it's me a smile forms. "Oh! Hey Arrow, well now I don't know if I'm so sorry," he teases, dropping his hands.

"Well you should be," I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

I walk past, in order to get to my locker. James follows, "Hey, so what are you doing after school today?"

"Uh, lets see. I have plans with my fridge, then I have a date with my bed, and then I have a meeting with my homework."

James laughs, "Well do you have room for friends?"

I chuckle and reach my locker, dialing the code. "I mean, I can try to squeeze you in some where."

I pop open my locker and grab the necessary school supplies before slamming it shut again. I turn to look at James, who is smiling down at me with his hands in his pockets.

I pat his chest, "I'll text you when I have a break in my busy schedule."

He laughs again, pulling me in for a hug. I laugh, when he lets go I walk past him and towards the school doors.

I reach the front where my mother is waiting, she's fiddling with her thumbs.

I climb into the passenger seat, putting my back pack at me feet and closing the door.

"Hey mom," I say, adjusting my jacket.

When she doesn't reply I look at her; she's still staring at the steering wheel. She looks... nervous.