Inseparable

• Chapter 7 •

What's happening to me? I collapse to the floor, sobbing, the suffocating feeling not leaving.

The one time I need Hope, she's not there.

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I wake up on the floor, my eyes dry and crusty. From makeup or from tears I don't know. I must have fallen asleep.

I see the slight bit of light coming through the window, and shoot up, realizing that my alarm hadn't gone off.

I quickly run to grab my phone where it was charging, and look at it, quickly relaxing when I saw the time: 6:17

I have way over an hour, I can still do my homework that I didn't finish last night. Fully energized from my extended sleep, I breezed through it, and by seven, I was done all my homework that has been assigned.

I purse my lips, I have just under an hour, what will I do? I look through all my drawers, stumbling across my beauty products: nail polish, hair curlers, and extra accessories. My mind immediately drifts to Kyle, and his choice of girls. They always look gorgeous, maybe he'll actually look at me if I try to look the same.

By the time I had to leave I was fully ready, with freshly pained nails, perfectly curled hair pulled away from my face except for one piece of my bangs that wouldn't stay in the bobby pins, but I curled it anyway to make it somehow look good. I put in some of my silver studs for earrings, slipping on some bracelets and a necklace. And then I chose one of my best outfits. I looked pretty good if I do say so myself, it's just a matter of if Kyle will like it. I slip my curler and hairspray into my backpack, just for after gym if my hair needs a touch up.

F: How are you getting to school?

I text Hope, and as replies almost instantly:

H: Ash has an older sis, she's driving us.

F: okay dokay

I rush to the bus stop, slipping on some gold sandals. I wait only two minutes before the noisy bus squeals to a stop in front of me. I take my usual seat, feeling a little lonely without Hope.

I slip in my earphones, the ones that I leave solely for school simply because they are less noticeable. Before I know it we are up by the school and I decide to stop by Hope's locker to say 'good morning' to her, considering I haven't seen her all morning, which is really weird for us.

As soon as I get there, Ashlee and Evan are already there. I walk a bit closer and see Hope's eyes widen as she looks at me.

"Damn girl! How much time did you have this morning." She laughs, "But seriously, like you look hot." I laugh at her bluntness.

"Thanks." I chuckle, blushing. "I just came to say good morning and I'll see you at lunch?"

"Yeah, don't go attracting to many boys." she winks and I laugh, sure my cheeks are a deep scarlet by now.

I stop by my locker, grab my books for math, and swiftly walk to my class, successfully avoiding the girls from gym. I sit down in my regular seat, ready to make up for all my horrible answers yesterday. Now that I know he's in this class, I can see Evan sitting on the other side of the classroom.

"Okay class, hand in your worksheets please." My teacher, Mr. Greene announces, coming around with a red bin, collecting all of the worksheets. I quickly grab mine and proudly hand it in, knowing that if he had doubts about me being in this class yesterday, this will prove him wrong.

He reviews with us simplifying algebraic expressions and writing equations on word problems, and just like last year, when we first learned it, I breezed through it. This is one of my best classes, and I need to show everyone that after my horrible job yesterday. Unlike yesterday, where this class dragged on and on and on and on and on, today it breezed by, and before I know it, it was time for gym. I leave math, heading for my locker to put my books away and grab my bag for gym. I rush towards the change rooms, quickly heading into one of the bathroom stalls to change before heading out into the gym, palms sweating and mind whirling. The girls were in the corner, talking, ignoring everyone else. /Thank goodness I sigh, seeing Hope. I go and stand by her, watching how easily she interacts with everyone. I wish it was that easy for me.

Gym passed by in a blur of sweating, panting, and avoiding the girls. My hair didn't need any touch ups, thanks to my like miracle working hairspray, so I changed and hurried to my locker so I can go meet Hope for lunch. I was surprised to see someone waiting by my locker, and was even more surprised to see it was Kyle. My stomach fluttered as I walked closer, wondering what he could possibly want to talk to me about.

"Hey Kyle." I wave shyly, noticing about how he looked at me, it was different than yesterday. Today he looked at me, not my eyes. And today he had more of a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Hey Faith, you look,you look great." He smiles crookedly at me and I can feel my own smile grow bigger.

"Thanks. Are you waiting here for someone?" I gesture to my locker, that he was currently leaning on.

"Oh yeah, you actually." My heart skipped a beat as soon as the words left his mouth, he was waiting, for me?

"Really?" I tried to keep my composure but it was hard when on the inside I was screaming in happiness.

"Yeah, I was wondering, umm, could I have your number?" He stumbles. I swear my heart stopped in that second, before I suddenly realized that I was gaping at him, looking like a retard.

"Umm yeah," I grab the piece of paper and pen he was holding out to me and scribbled my number down, the butterflies in my stomach increasing with every number.

"Thanks." He leaned down and kissed my cheek before walking off, leaving me swooning behind him.

I quickly throw my sandwich out and rush to go meet Hope, another apple in my hand. Ecstatic to tell her what had just happened.

This is the best day yet. I sigh, a big goofy smile on my face as I repeat our conversation over and over again in my head.