skinny love | h.s

three

    The rest of class went by quite slowly as Mrs. Nelson gave us our first assignment for the year in which we have to write an essay about what we already know about Romeo and Juliet, since that would be the book we would be starting to read in a week.

    I couldn't help but think about Harry and I's small conversation. I know it wasn't that amazing, but I had to admit, it was the first time in a long time that anyone has actually been decent to me and wanted to talk to me without being rude about it.

    It was also pretty surprising that Harry didn't roll his eyes or groan when Mrs. Nelson reminded him to tell me what I missed. I honestly didn't think Harry was the type to converse with people like me, especially since he looks like the kind of person who doesn't give a crap about anything or anyone. I'm just guessing that he doesn't judge a book by its cover. And I shouldn't, either.

    I decided to clear my head from my train of thoughts to start working on my essay. Glancing at Harry then down at my paper, I lightly shook my head and let my brain do its magic. Soon enough I heard that all-familiar ring and everybody started to pack up their things.

    "Your essays are due tomorrow. Make sure you get them done, or you'll have lunch detention to finish them in," Mrs. Nelson promised, her facial expression stern.

    Everyone started leaving the room and I was quick to follow behind. Harry and I walked side by side until we looked at each other one last time, and separated going opposite ways.

    The rest of the day went by slowly - like any other day - and I saw Harry a couple of times which would cause butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

    He most likely doesn't like me, but I think i'm starting to like him. I know I shouldn't be liking a guy that I've only had one conversation with, but I feel like we're connecting in a sort of way.

    I gathered my things out of my locker to head home. I decided to walk home to prevent any pestering from the group.

    After walking for what seemed like a half an hour, but was probably only ten minutes, I finally made it home. Unlocking the front door and running upstairs to my bedroom, I started to work on my homework.

    I finished my work just as I heard the the front door open downstairs.

    "Aramiya!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

    "Yeah?"

    "Come here!"

    I sighed, getting up from my bed and running down stairs. Entering the dining room, I saw my mom set a couple bags of groceries on the table.

    "Groceries, huh," I said, slumping my shoulders and letting my arms fall while they swung sluggishly.

    She nodded, noticing my actions. "Yeah, I need you to help me bring them in. There's a lot."

    "Okay," I moped, shuffling my feet against the floor, out to the car, and opening the back of the trunk.

    I grabbed a couple of bags and carried them inside as I saw my mom walk out. Maybe I should ask her where Mike is.

    By the way, Mike is my older brother. He's supposed to be heading off to college in a couple of months, but he's staying with us until then since he can't afford an actual house or apartment for himself.

    "Hey, mom?"

    "What, hon?"

    "Where's Mike?" I asked.

    "Probably out with friends or something. I'll call him," she said as we continued to finish our tasks.

    We soon finished and she said dinner would be ready in about an hour or so. She also told me that Mike was out with friends and he wouldn't be back until the next day. Probably because he's out at a pub and drinking the night away.

    Later that night I laid in bed thinking about the events that occurred during the day, and I soon found myself falling into a deep slumber as my thoughts vanished.

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    The next day was pretty much the same, except Harry and I didn't speak to each other. The days passed by slowly as it furthered into the school year.

    Today is November eighth. It has been about two months since Harry and I spoke. I just wonder if we're ever going to talk to each other again.

    Hopefully my thoughts will turn into Deja Vu'. And hopefully we'll talk to each other again and have an actual conversation.

    I just have to learn to control my social anxiety around him.

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i'm sorry this chapter is short & shitty. i promise the next one will be much longer. thank you all for reading and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE vote and Comment. thank you so much! p.s. harry maybe will be in the next chapter, ya'll just gotta wait and see! x