𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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sunday - november 22, 2020

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨'𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒, 𝟖:𝟓𝟓𝐚𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

"The worksheet I just gave you is your homework for today and tomorrow, please bring it with you on Thursday," Mrs. Harris speaks to the entire class; a teeny smile drawn onto her lips.

"The class officially ends in five minutes, but there's nothing else do to, so you can talk to your neighbor," she remarks after scanning the current time on the watch around her wrist and shrugs her shoulders, not really seeming to be impressed by the idea of senselessly continuing her lesson for a little longer.

Instead, she gives us the opportunity to get to know the person that is seated not far from us.

As if the nearby girl would part her lips only to talk to me.

It's hardly been 24 hours since I first exchanged very few words with her, yet her back is already facing me.

She's deliberately ignoring me for unspecified reasons.

And that again causes me to ponder over past events that might have taken place in which the both of us were involved.

But I still don't believe in her remembering the night of August 23rd. Zoe, Kaylee and I were just three random strangers sitting around at a place we don't frequently visit, thus I don't see any sense in why she'd be able to recall that exact moment in her memory.

I genuinely want to get to know her, however, I won't overstep any boundaries. And if she, in return, sincerely does not want to befriend me, then I won't force anything out of a friendship that won't ever establish.

Hesitantly, I glance at her a couple of times; and it goes unseen.

She's focused on the notes she took during Health. Or at least she's pretending to do so.

She wouldn't return a smile, would she?

The rate of her ignoring me is significantly higher than everything else, doubtlessly.

In spite of that, I turn my gaze to her once again only to be met with her pair of lazy eyes, which has yet the ability to throw me off track for a split second.

Maybe my gazing wasn't as discreet as I thought.

She shoots me an edgy look and eyes me critically but keeps observing what I'm doing.

"Je déteste que tu sois si jolie," she murmurs all of a sudden. I couldn't pick up a word from what she just expressed, thus to her speaking at an unbelievably fast pace.

"What?" I chuckle in amusement, dimples displayed on either side of my face.

"Et je crois que je tomberai amoureuse de toi si tu continues à sourire tout le temps," she says under her breath prior to standing up without any context.

Puzzled, I watch her move toward Mrs. Harris and how she begins talking to her.

My surroundings are chatting at an unbearably high volume, consequently I can't hear a word they're currently exchanging.