It's been a week, Friday.
You were wearing a black sweater hoodie with a green jacket on top.
You looked good, really nice.
But I wouldn't say that to you.
Sometimes you let me play with your hair.
Like I did this same day.
It's nothing special. You let everyone play with your hair.
"How was your day?"
You asked me for once.
Although, probably just in a joking manner since you didn't seem so interested.
"It just started," I said, not caring that you gave me attention today.
"Yeah, so how was it so far?" You seemed somewhat interested.
"It's going fine, I suppose." I sighed and looked in front of me. "What about you-" I didn't even finish asking you.
You were talking to her again.
So I leaned onto my friend that was on the other side of me.
I sighed and closed my eyes as I let the class pass.
YOU ARE READING
Not a Love Story
Teen Fiction(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. ) "Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes. I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and tak...
