Amaryllis' are symbolic of splendid beauty. The flowers are also used to indicate worth beyond beauty.
Sitting in my car, I read the time on my phone - 7:20 a.m.
Guess I should head in.
I step out of my car and see my best friend, Claire, chatting with a guy. Walking up to them, I smile politely at the guy and say 'hello' to Claire. She hugs the guy and he heads off to wherever he is going.
"Who was that?" I ask, wiggling my (e/c) eyebrows.
"His name is Blake, he's in my history class," she says, sighing dreamily.
"Soooo, when's the date?" Claire jerks up from sitting on her hood and glares at me.
"I just got his number! I've got to talk to him first."
"That's my girl," I say, swinging my arm around her shoulders and walking into the school building.
"Want to stay after today? I put on a cute outfit today~" Claire says, motioning up and down her body. She's right - she looks bangin' today.
"Definitely, I brought my camera," lifting the bag up slightly, I let it swing down again when we make it to our first period and sit down in our seats. I'm an inspiring photographer and I love to take photos of my friends when I want to try something new.
"Fantastic! You know, I love you so much," Claire giggles.
"I luh ya too," I smile softly, pulling out the materials for the first class.
"Oh!" She slams her hands on her desk and turns toward me. "Did we have any homework due today?"
Softly tapping my chin, I dig through my memories. "Not any homework that is important, because if we did - I didn't do it."
"Okay, good," Claire grabs her materials out and we chat until the bell rings for class to begin.
By lunch time, Claire and I are both tired and we relate about it at our lunch table.
"You know what, let me grab a few shots of you here!" I say, pulling my camera out of my bag.
"Uhhhhhhhhrggg, okay," Claire sits up and I tell her to pose how I want her to. I change a few settings on my camera to get the perfect lighting, exposure, and focus and take a few shots.
"Hey Claire," Blake says as he sits down across from both of us. Someone else sits down with him and I take his appearance in.
This guy has dark brown fuckboy/swoopy hair with sharp eyebrows that would make any girl jealous, and the bluest eyes that entrance the heck out of me. His lips seem soft and velvety and his face is very angular.
Damn, this boy is fine.
"Hey, Blake. By the way, this is my bestest friend, (Y/n)," all of the attention turns to me and I snap out of my staring.
"Hi, I'm (y/n)," I wave at him and he smiles back politely, saying just his name. So far, so good.
"This right here is my best pal, Jayce," Jayce nods but doesn't say anything. "He's not much of a talker."
Claire and I both say 'hi' and Blake and Claire talk more. Feeling really awkward, I pull my phone out and scroll through social media.
"-It's rude to be on your phone," a voice says, startling me. I lock my phone and lock eyes with Jayce. Pausing for a moment, I choose my words.
"I didn't know you wanted to talk."
"I don't."
"Huh??" I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms - this dude has an attitude. "Then it doesn't matter," I pull my phone out again. Claire and Blake are oblivious to what is happening between Jayce and I and I'm glad.
My phone gets ripped from my hand and I glare at Jayce.
"What the fuck dude?" I reach for my phone and he holds it back from me.
"As I said, it's rude to be on your phone - also, fix your posture, you're slouching."
"And you know what you could do? Fix that attitude of yours," I quip, grabbing my phone. Gathering my stuff, I say 'bye' to Claire and leave the lunchroom.
YOU ARE READING
delicately beautiful
Romance(y/n) (l/n), a sweet, teenage girl that's plus size - but that won't stop her from pursuing her dreams. Jayce Fulmer, a rich business man's only son. His only aspiration? To take over his dad's company. What do these two teenagers have in common? We...
