Last period, how long can this lesson honestly last?
Mr Anderson is pacing and rambling about something, I don't care what he's saying to be honest. I couldn't focus even if I wanted to, she's all I can think about, I wonder if she's as bored as I am, I wonder what's happened in her day, I wonder what her new look is.
*RING**RING*
*RING**RING*
I lay my arm across the table and scrape all my books into my bag, I charge out of that navy blue door. It squeaks as I hurry off, I sling out my phone, the bell was late! Damn it I gotta hurry.
As I walk towards the woods all I can think about is her, what she'll look like this week and what she'll say to me about being late. I remember last week she looked nice - Leather Jacket and a long sleeved crop top, black skin tight jeans and her hair was full of light. Like a wave cascading down a waterfall of golden light, her hair draped down to her back and her eyes shone even in the summers light.
Finally at the woods, I jumped the fence to get in but my stupid self lost my grip, fell onto my side and felt pain smash into my ribs like waves crashing on the shore, breaking even the strongest of rocks. I ran the rest of the way, I saw her sitting in the tree about a foot off the ground where the branches are more long than tall, she shook her head at me from across the sea of green and life but she giggled and smiled. My best friend.
I sat next to her and she lunged at me, attacking my body with a tight embrace, her head buried in my chest.
"Don't be late again idiot"
"Sure thing"
I winced as her hand grazed my rib.
"Why are you hurt?!"
"I may have fell when I jumped the fence to get here"
*I lifted up my shirt and even I was surprised at the bruising that had formed*
It looked like I was pummeled by a car!
We talked for a few hours about people in class, how our other friends are stupid but we wouldn't wanna see that change, how she wants to leave her some day and start her own care center for abandoned kids. I drifted in and out as she spoke, watching the wind pick up her hair and looking into her eyes, it was as if she knew everything that was in my head just from that.
I don't care how stupid and childish it is....she could have any guy she knows. Any of the smart guys, any of the talented artists, any of the athletes...but she chooses to say no to them and sit in the middle of nowhere with me and just talk, away from the world.
Perfect.
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