this is crazy bad someone stop me before i write more hayleyonbroadway _emerson_laff
Hayley found her name in the middle of the list. Ji. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J. J for Ji. Her homeroom was across the hall, happy designs of obliging children doing their work and reading books and getting As because they worked hard pasted to the windows. She opened the door, it was orange and heavy, too heavy for her to move without pressing her weight against it. The pressure left her arms and she looked, to the side, her eyes meeting a T-shirt. A boy, tall and dark haired and not paying attention to her at all shimmied around her, holding the door open with the tips of his tanned fingers as his sneakers scuffed against the threshold. "'Scuse me," He said, impatience and apology mixing and conflicting slightly in his voice. "Sorry," Hayley said, shrinking into the door but banging her head. "Sorry," she said again, shoving away, her pale cheeks coloring. She didn't look back to watch his eyes roll.
They sat across from each other, two desks and two rows, but across- for two weeks, three weeks, and their faces became familiar to each other. "Vincent," the teacher would call. "Present," He would say back, stuffing his long nose into a paper as they worked. All of the children were issued chromebooks, black ones that took long to load. The advisors gave lectures about how they could see all of your activity on it. The children had better not try and download anything un-school related or appropriate onto those chromebooks, because They would see whatever it was and get in trouble so just please don't try it, accentuated glare at Vincent, who was smart and would know how to evade that kind of thing- and Hayley thought that maybe Vincent hadn't been listening because a day later he was flashing around hacker websites in homeroom. His friends whispered around him. Hayley watched too, leaning across her desk to do so. She wanted to do un-school related stuff on her chromebook. It was like he heard what she'd thought right then. He turned around, his brown eyes smiling, so brown you could look at them for a long time and then look away and realize how everything else brown wasn't brown enough. His hair didn't even match. If he wore a brown shirt, it would be gray compared to those eyes.
"You can- You can hack the chromebooks?" She stopped him one day, right after class. He cast a glance at her, surprised she was talking, was he surprised she was talking? He smiled, flashing white teeth. "Yeah, I did it and now I do all kinds of "unschool stuff."" He put air quotes in his sentence. "Oh really? Cool- how do you- how do you do it?" She stepped away as he stepped away. Crap, I really want to learn how. Maybe it streams movies. "I can show you, if you like," he said. "Yeah! Right now- I mean, do you wanna right now?" He smirked, his freckles splotches of darkness on his face. "Yeah. Sure."
His hands skittered across the keyboard, clack clack clack. He had nice nails, He has nice nails, trimmed and clean like a girl's, long fingers. "Now you can do all kinds of stuff, Hayley- Hayley, right? Okay, Hayley, you're set to go." "Thanks, thank you-" He walked away. Now I can stream movies. Wonder if it has LaLaLand.
The next day in homeroom they were "Get to know you" partners for a fun activity. Question One: Partner's eye color
"Your eyes are really dark brown," he decided, scratching that down in handwriting that wasn't the nicest handwriting. I like it though.
"They're reaaalllly brown," he said again, laughing a little.
done
vincent thnx for hakking my heart ;)
