-class of Apocalyptic 1-

First contact

People chattering, laughing and crowding together.

High school, seniors year.

Sophomore year That's when it started. That's when he started, it had been two years since then. A burning sensation in my chest haunted me every night since then.

I stared at him from across the street. Every morning I walked to school. And he walks the same way We also happen to live on the same street, him and I. it's the one thing that I look forward to in my morning ; him.

I still don't know his name, but it doesn't matter. Or at least didn't, until he looked up from his phone and waved at me when we made eye contact. I can feel my insides tingling and my brain went haywire trying to figure out a response. But before I could get a word out He made a weird face and turned away. I was too late.

I couldn't just let this go, I thought to myself, This was my chance. my chance to finally talk to him, we've been walking this way for months, years and I haven't said a word. So I took a silent deep breath, and "..um, hey.." He looked up again at me with those eyes as sweet as they look his voice is what got me "Yeah... my name is Kamero-..Kam, it's Kam" * he said, nonchalant " I'm Phoebe " I replied. My entire body was on fire with raging passion. I'm not sure where this feeling came from.... I couldn't help but notice all of him his skin. It was like sweet, dark chocolate totally unblemished and smooth, I was almost jealous. I took in every minuscule detail, encrypting it into my brain " what's your first period?" I asked when he didn't respond. It was like all of my shyness went away. He had this calming feeling about him and suddenly my words slid out like butter.

" it's art..." * he Said, as his eyes made its way up to mine " the one with Mr. Schmidt? I hate that guy" I said, with a little chuckle " Yeah, he's the worst. But he's the only teacher we have for that subject. And I definitely wasn't picking athletics." I stared at him for a moment. It made sense why he wouldn't pick athletics he's 160 cm's tall or at least that's what he looked like. I wish I knew his exact height. But he was skinny and didn't look very strong. And the artist aesthetic fit him best I think. " yeah I'm not a sporty type myself" That's where the conversation ended. He didn't say anymore, and I didn't say anymore when We got to school, we parted ways.

My first period is English so I headed to room 205 Mrs Walters, class. As soon as I stepped in, she was already blabbering about how she was so excited. her baby was due soon. I didn't really care and I don't think anybody else did either. And soon enough class started. We were told to do silent reading for 10 minutes. It was uncomfortably silent in the classroom. The only sounds were people shifting in the chair, the sounds of paper being flipped, or tore out of a notebook. in all of it since I couldn't help but think about him how I knew his name now, Kam. I couldn't help but think about how his perfectly moisturize curls bounced when he walked or maybe it was the fact that he wore the same converse with every outfit but somehow it felt different every time.

at lunch, I saw him sitting at the courtyard benches. I debated with myself if I should go up to him or not so I just watched from a far I peaked my head out from a tree behind the bench and stared. I watched as a light breeze came through and messed his hair around. I watched as he tucks his curls behind his ears. How he grabbed the pencil how he put it across the page how he turned the pages how he sat, his posture.. everything he did set my heart into a frenzy, It was like he was one of Michelangelo's works Beautiful untouched, crafted by hand with love...or maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.

Soon I realized that I was now staring at nothing. The lunch bell had rung and if I didn't want to be late for my next class, I should stop being delusional and start walking. I walked the halls to my class. I searched every student face for his. I didn't even know why I was looking for him. The urge to see him again was sickening. It was like thick water, uncomfortable, but it didn't taste bad. I almost relished in this feeling of need, want. Weird?

I didn't end up seeing him, but I did end up getting to class before the tardy bell rung.

The class was history, Mrs. Melbourne, if I had a bone for every time she sent me to the counselor's office I would've been able to make a T-Rex skeleton and some longer arms to match. Her class dragged on for the longest time and I got that itch again that yearning to see him again it was strange. I've never felt like this before I seen him every day for two years now. But I've never felt like this. Maybe it was because he talk to me I put it to the side for now. I took my pencil on the desk as I waited for the clock to strike 9: 35. " miss Douglass, do I need to send you to the counselors office again?" I turn my head to her confused. "Huh?" She walked up to my desk." not paying attention disrupting my class with the background noise?" She snatched my pencil. " I see this hit the table one more time I'm going to give you detention for a week, got it?"  "got it" she smiled "good...now class let's get out our homework!"....I forgot my homework, damn

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