Anna sat with her foot tapping restlessly on the ground beneath her, eyes staring blankly at the board as each word the prof. said went in one ear and out the other, his small, wirerimmed glasses and sideburns moving up and down as he droned on and on. The girl continued passing notes with Meghan, slipping them onto the ground, dropping them on the blonde's desk like bombs on the way to get a tissue, keeping it casual. It takes quite a bit of practice to become as suttle as the two friends were in their communication, good thing they did it often.
By the time the bell rang to signify the end of class, Meghan's cleavage size had noticeably increased with bits of paper. Soon enough both girls packed up their bags, rushing out of the Art History classroom and to the bathroom to dispose of the evidence.
"I still can't believe you did it."
Meghan said with a casual shrug as they walked to the dining hall out of the lavatory, causing Anna to give her a sharp glance, and tuck a curl behind her ear as they walked into the lunch room, pausing a few feet from the entrance.
"I still can't believe you're still talking about it, seriously Meghan, don't you care about anything else? It's not that big a deal, I'll ask him out, and even if he says no I can always just forge a note or something with his phone number and trick Liam into thinking he said yes, I have my ways of getting that information."
Anna said, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she lifted her head to scan the lunch room. The girl's soft grey blue eyes flickered lightly over each table, moving away every time she saw someone who wasn't Blake, her bag bouncing lightly against her back as she moved, with her friend behind her muttering under her breath.
Meghan talked to herself sometimes. Of course, this may not have been one of those times, but Anna tuned her out all the same and focused on spotting those silky chocolate brown waves perched over that perfect face, the one she'd imprinted into her mind.
"Yeah yeah yeah calm down Meg, I'm looking for Blake, see him anywhere?"
The blonde narrowed her eyes and let out a small huff of annoyance at Anna's dismissive question, a silky lock brushing away from her face as she did and grabbed her friend's elbow, stopping their path towards the back corner of the cafeteria, by the window where they normally sat. Meghan pointed towards a couple tables away, where Blake was laughing with a few of his buddies, and Anna brightened slightly, only to feel a small jab when she saw how one of the girls at the table was giggling onto his arm, attached.
"Who the hell is that slut he's hanging on..."
She muttered quietly under her breath, instantaneously jealous, but apparently not quiet enough because Meg spun her head with raised eyebrows and a hand on her hip.
"Excuse you, Anna, if you want a guy to like you then don't call his friend a 'slut'."
Anna frowned slightly but knew her friend was right and let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding, biting the inside of her mouth before nodding to herself as a bit of encouragement and starting to walk over. Moments later the girl's feet grew minds of their own and Anna was plopped down in her usual seat, staring at a scratch in the paint of the dining hall table; she groaned quietly and rested her head on her hands, shaking it slightly.
"Oh who am I kidding, Meg, there's no way he'll say yes, I'm doomed to go out with that douche Liam, you might as well go ahead and dig my grave."
She said miserably, resting her forehead on the table and shying away from her friend's persistent shoving and poking.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you. You literally made a deal with the devil to get a date and now you're chickening out before you even get the chance! What's wrong with you Anna?!"
Meghan snapped, sitting beside the brunette and swatting her on the shoulder to get her attention. Anna lifted her head up, some dark locks sticking to her face before slipping off as the girl looked at her friend with a skeptical, nervous frown, grey blue eyes suddenly cloudy and unconfident compared to the boldness before.
"But.. all his friends are there, not to mention that sl-er, other girl with him, they'll laugh at me."
Anna said, eyes widening slightly as she lifted her hands and pressed them to the sides of her face, tangling her fingers into her curly, unruly hair and returning her uneven gaze to the tabletop. What had made the girl think this was such a good idea in the first place? Oh that's right, Liam's stupid, smug smirk, that singluar raised eyebrow that arched almost into his dirty blonde hair, the spikeyness that fell along his face...
Oh my god, I'm swooning over Liam Emerson.
The girl thought, her face paling at the crazed thought, Anna pressed her nails slightly into the skin of her cheeks then removed her hands and shook her head, taking a deep shaky breath and sitting up a bit straighter, pulling her hair from her face.
"Okay, okay, I can do this... but how about we wait until after lunch, when he's alone? It'll be better."
Meghan raised an eyebrow when her friend panicked, and rubbed her back a bit before nodding with a smile when Anna set her resolve.
"Good girl, that's... not quite what I was hoping for, but it's better than nothing."
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"Hi, um... Blake?"
She said, voice just over a murmur, though Anna tried to make it as loud as she could, tapping the thin, relaxed shoulder in front of her. The young man turned slightly, glancing at Anna with an unreadable expression before his lip curved into a slight, lopsided smile, then Blake waved a farewell his friends who walked farther away from the dining hall.
Meghan was a few paces behind her friend, eyes bright as she followed them out of the eating space before moving to stand in the crowd so she could eavesdrop, giving an awkward, embarrassed Anna a raised eyebrow and a thumbs up.
"Hey, Anna, right? How can I help you?"
He said, flashing the rest of the billion watt smile at Anna, who's stomach fluttered away, her heart thumping nearly out of her chest as she looked up at him.
"Uh, yeah... yeah. Oh, er, I was going to ask you something.."
"Oh, that's right! Yeah, you're boyfriend talked to me earlier, Liam, nice guy by the way, you scored big. Anyway, I can totally arrange a date for you guys, me and Miranda were going out tomorrow if you wanted to tag along?"
He said, smiling at her and hooking one hand into his back pocket as he ran the other through his hair, oblivious to the destruction he'd just caused. Meanwhile sirens sailed through the landscape of Anna's mind, bombs crashing down and leaving the hopeful place barren, desolate, destroyed.
"I... um, no, that's f-fine, I think I found a place."
The words came out, but Anna was sobbing behind them. Eyes frozen in what she supposed was a blank expression, but she still wonders how in the world he hadn't noticed something was wrong, given her a hug, asked if she was okay, anything. But Blake just shrugged at her, clapping a hand over her shoulder before turning and waving over his own.
"Oh cool, well I'll see you around, Detrich, have fun!"
What. Just. Happened...?
Before he'd even finished speaking Meghan had rushed to Anna's side, starting to wrap her arm around her friend's shoulder before the girl ducked under her lifted arm and dove into the crowd of people.
"Hey, Anna! Come on wait!"
She called, but the brunette was fighting back tears, chomping down on the inside of her cheek as she used her small figure to her advantage, ducking and weaving around every person she saw in the hallways.
Anna was making good time, the tears were bunched in her eyes, her fists balled so tight she thought her nails would slice right into her palms, and as she pulled up to her dorm room, shaking hands fumbling as she tried to pull her keys out, the girl ran right smack into a wall. But not like any other wall she'd seen, this one grew arms that snaked around her waist.
"Oh no... what's wrong, love? Don't you worry, whatever hurt you, I'm right here to-"
Smack.
Anna's hand was out before he could finish speaking, flying across his smug, cocky face and flinging it to the side.
For what seemed like forever Liam stood like that, face turned to the side, eyes wide and mouth closed in shock, with Anna full on crying, the tears dribbling down her face and off her chin. Neither heard the skid as Meghan stopped a few feet down the hall, or her loud gasp, and they didn't see her hand fly to her own face in sympathy either.
As Liam turned his head to look down at the furious and crushed girl, she bit her lip, one hand flinging the tears from her face as she opened the door and stepped inside, but before she could slam it in his face, the young man grabbed it and pulled it a crack open, staring at her.
"Y-you.. you.. you-... bastard."
She whispered, then closed it the rest of the way on him, leaving Liam standing with his hands limp at his sides, eyes fixed on the spot where her tears had fallen from her face.
What. Just. Happened...?
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Author's Note ≈
Hi readers ^^ Plot twist good, eh? You probably suspected it, with this sort of title there's no way it could go perfectly, but still, I'm feeling good about it, anyway, until next time!
The Dreamer