John's POV
As I walked into class, the first thing I saw was Olivia. Her black wavy hair was hanging loosely on her shoulders, and her green eyes were shining as brightly as ever. As I walked past her, I could feel her staring at me. A part of me froze on the spot and a million thoughts ran through my mind.
What if she knows it's you?
What if she hates you for what you've done?
What if... you're hair looks so bad that she is forced to look at you?
Wait, what? Sighing, I took my place at the end of the class while the others were settling in.
The day went by fast, without any other encounters or events throughout the day. At 3 o'clock the bell rang signaling the end of school. I slid into Joe's car and we rode into silence until I reached home.
"Hey you okay dude? You've been quiet lately." Joe's voice said cutting-through my thoughts. Again.
"Yeah, I'm fine. We will meet up tomorrow,yeah? I recalled
"Sure, see you bro" he concluded
I entered home to be met with complete silence. Weird, mom is usually home at this time.
I opened my room and started doing my homework. At 10:30 pm I picked up my phone to check her reply.
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Girlfriend Of My Imagination
Teen Fiction"Hey" "Who's this?" "That doesn't actually matter right now" "Yeah, well technically it does because you are texting me, and I have a right to know who is texting me" What happens when you get an unknown text, from a random person ,who is not ready...
