The Story Continues On And On...

What If...

I rush through the crowded halls and squeeze my way through all the other students just wanting to get this day over with. I clench my binders and books close to my chest making sure none of the papers slip out and float to the ground, getting trampled and stampeded on by everyone who would pass by. I look at the ground just wanting to leave this place. Preferably with you. But that will never happen. Happy endings don't exist, especially not for me, anyway. I pull open the heavy, wooden door of the classroom and it slams shut behind me. I hide my face in my binders, hoping not to be noticed as I slide into my seat. I hear conversations in the distance, mostly crap that's not even real. I look up as I realize I'm staring at my feet and the teacher calls my name. "Skylar?" He asks.
I reply with a, "Hmmm," And I look at him.
"Good, you're finally with us again." The class laughs. Why do I get so distracted by you. It's just your perfect in every way. I wish I was with you, but I don't want to ruin what we have now, although I seem to be really good at that. I look up at the board and it's covered in different equations. I swear I only looked away for a second.

*End of the school day*

I walk towards my locker taking miniature steps, hoping I'd "accidentally" bump into you. I open up my locker and take out my backpack. I think to myself what do I need today? Oh right! Math and ummm ELA! I grab my math folder and my math notes. I stumble as I see you walk by me, my face probably flipping through a gazillion different shades of red. I blink twice as I kneel there, stiff and afraid to move. Every move and decision I make could embarrass me in front of you. You are all the way down the hall and disappear as I jump as I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's you.