***Months later***
Things changed. They surely have.
As I kissed my Dad on the cheek, I smile.
"Bye, love you."
I step out the car to see Connor staring at me, standing there. As if he were waiting for something.
Waiting for me.
I shut the passenger door, and my dad drives off.
Staying here and ogling Connor wasn't an option.
Beginning to walk to the double doors I spot Connor walking too.
But instead of keeping a steady pace. I watch him stride to the doors.
Giving me a single glance over the shoulder. Like how he always did these days.
I forced myself not to speak to Connor.
Not to bother with his childish games and questions.
He was a fuckboy.
You shouldn't ever get yourself involved with them.
But I was involved.
I was engrossed with him, with his every move.
Walking through those front doors held a rush.
Like the kind you get when you go on a rollercoaster for the first time.
Connor met with his friend Johnny, they talked.
Though I could feel their eyes on me, I pretended that I couldn't.
I tried not to let everything get to me today.
Because tomorrow, in the morning....Hezekiah would be born.
Hezekiah is my next baby brother.
It feels like my mother has been pregnant with him forever.
And tomorrow. he'll finally be here.
My mother was getting induced.
Hezekiah was way past his due date, which was January 31st.
It was now February 6th.
I just wish it was Wednesday already.
My body held thousands of jitters.
I was done waiting, I wanted to be ready.
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I get off the bus and walk into the Kenwood Cafeteria.
I sign in, sit down, and watch Netflix.
My routine lately.
Someone drum rolls on my side of the table, as I look up I see a smiling Connor. He walks past me and I soak it what just happened.
Why was he being so weird lately? With all the glancing, staring, smiling, and laughing.
Was I in a spiral of some sort of cruel joke?
If I remembered it clearly, Connor stopped talking to US. Not the other way around.
He was harsh, when he didn't even need to be.
I get up from the table and take out a fruit roll up.
If I was going to remain in a good mood, I'd do this day right.
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As I walk into the locker rooms, I spot Anna.
But I pretend I don't see her because I don't want her to know that I was searching for her.
That I always search for her.
"I'm so not ready for gym." Anna speaks.
I groan.
"I know right."
She was wearing a white t-shirt that read 'NASA'.
It had a spaceship and regular NASA stuff.
She looked drained, tired.
