Strings

Chapter 3

Rose's POV

"Marry me, Rose?" Chris grins. Okay I'm sure you are all wondering what is happening. Well let's start from the beginning.

Blake and I were walking to roll call, my eyes wander the school. We arrive just in time and sit right at the very back. I notice Chris walk in with a gleam in his eye and a guitar case slung over his shoulder lazily. I notice some girls swoon at the sight of him. Me being one of them for once, but I was very discreet.

"Hey Chris! Sit by me!" A girl pats an empty chair next to her. Well not just any girl, it was Florence Parish. Smartest and most popular girl in my grade. Chris gave her an apolgetic smile and she huffs. He pulls up a chair next to be and gives me a smile as bright as the sun rays shimmering outside. He takes his phone out and begins typing, a smirk glued to his face.

My eyes light up with an idea and I dig my phone out of my pocket. I open up a new message and type as fast as I possibly could. I notice Chris's phone buzz in his hand and I notice him stare at me out the corner of his eye. He sends me a smirk. I stare at my text as I re-read it:

This cat is cat a cat way cat to cat keep cat a cat idiot cat busy cat for cat 20 cat seconds cat! 😝 ~Rose

Now read it without all the cats! ~ Rose

Well that sure kept me busy for 20 seconds... Hey Rose I was beginning to wonder when you were gonna text me, it's been ages 😏😉~ Chris

You gave me your number ten minutes ago 😂😝~ Rose

Yeah in my life that's like 10 thousand years... So Rosie..? List? 🤓~ Chris

Hmmm... right now? I don't know... Maybe later🤔😂😘 ~Rose

Fine send it to me later then... Can you at least accompany to my next class? 🤔😊 ~ Chris

Did Chris just ask me to walk to class with him? Oh my think of a cute reply...

I'll have to think about it😉 ~ Rose

Perfect! Friendly banter!

Gosh Rose you are lucky you are cute!😂 ~ Chris

I don't even believe it. I re-read the message a billion times. He called me cute. Wait is that a good thing? What does cute mean?

"Blake what does cute mean?" I whisper.

"Ugly but interesting... I mean that's what someone told me. But I honestly think it has-"

"Last time I ask you a question." I cut him off. He rolls his eyes and peers at my phone with a confused look. I move it from his eyeline and look over at Chris to see him giving me a look. Not just any look, a look of admiration.

I've only seen that look once. That look started the story that changed my life, I really hope for my sake that it didn't have the same ending for Chris's sake and for mine.

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I ended up walking to class with Chris. Which to my relief was Visual arts. I would never admit it to anyone but I was in love with drawing. Blake wasn't in most of my classes. He was in one or two.

The thing about Chris and I is we both have similar interests so we end up picking the same subjects. Chris didn't even want to do Visual arts that much but he though it would help him out a bit with Photography.

Chris proads himself against the wall outside the classroom as we waited for the teacher. Other class mates soon arrived and gave Chris wide eyed stares. Two of Chris's friends approach us. Scott and Lara. Scott bro hugs Chris and soon Lara hugs Chris. Scott scans me from head to toe.