I lay my bag on my bed as I try to reach for my phone to answer Albert.
I grab my old example of Romeo & Juliet
I underlined the quote:
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Shakespeare was a genius.
I'm about to close my eyes when I hear the sound of my phone vibrating against my bedside table.
I eagerly open Albert's text and smile to myself.
*I love you so much my pretty girl. Never forget that.*
A beautiful boy with curly hair clouds my dreams.
I quickly dress for school and search for Sophia on the crowded hallways.
"Good Morning, Soph!" I say removing my books from my bag. I feel a pinch of guilt for not telling her about James real age.
"Good Morning, Ems!"
I grab my book from my bag when I hear the sound of my phone vibrating. It's Andrew.
"Who is it?" Sophia asks looking t my disappointed expression.
"Um.. a friend." I toss the phone to my bag ignoring his call.
"A friend, huh? What Albert has to say about that?" Sophia raises an eyebrow with a playful smirk.
"Albert doesn't have to say nothing. Andrew is a friend. That's all."
"Alright, alright.."
"Good Morning, class of philosophers, today we're going to talk about trust." The professor says sitting on his desk.
"Do you know where Albert is?" I ask Sophia.
"I don't know, he left the house earlier, I assumed he was meeting up with you," Sophia says looking at her page.
"No, he was not. Maybe he was meeting up with James or something,"
"That's impossible.. James spent the morning with me. He even drove me to school,"
My heart starts beating faster with her words and my brain is battling to where Albert might be. I check my phone to see if I have some missed call or unseen texts from him.
None.