I stepped from the bathroom in a great mood.
All I could think about was breakfast with the boy I’m falling so deeply for. However, since the universe hates me, I knew that wouldn't happen when I saw his face.
He was sitting in front of his laptop, staring in my direction with an expression I couldn't decipher. I immediately became alert and concerned.
The look on his face worried me. It was obvious that whatever he had on his laptop was serious. That’s saying a lot, considering that Fabian is barely serious.
Oddly, my body began to shake as I sat beside him. He shot me an unsure look, and I saw that it was actually a video. The cursor was positioned over the play button, and as much as I wante
I’ve seen Fabian sad before. But this? This was far from sad.He seemed so torn apart. He wouldn’t even meet my gaze. He seems afraid to look at me, and that sort of hurts my feelings.Does he think that I will blame him for what happened? Yes, I felt a nudge of pain that he could’ve done something, but his mind was obviously not in the right place.If it was, then that girl would’ve been alive today. I could see it in his eyes. He actually wants to go back to that day to fix it. It pains me to see him like this. But it is what it is now. I just need to help him realize that.I held onto his cheek and guided his gaze to mine, but even then he let his eyes d
My shoes left a muddy trail behind me as I marched down the hall, but I didn’t care.In all my seventeen years of living, I have never felt more determined to do something. And that’s saying a lot coming from me, considering I’m always determined to do something.But after what happened this morning with Fabian, and now knowing how we feel about each other I knew what needed to be done. And it was either now or never.My target came into view, and I kept my eyes trained on him as I moved. The sky was barely visible through the windows that were above his head. The cold showers outside reflected my mood towards my best friend completely.
“Hey Paris. It’s Anastasia. There’s something I need to tell you. So, don’t be mad, I know we haven’t had our day out yet, but I have bad news.”She laughed a little after saying that, but I could hear the pain in her voice.“I’m moving back home to America. I know there couldn’t be a worse timing for this, but I came to England to get a fresh start. There was so much happening at home before I moved, but I found that running away probably wasn’t the most ideal thing to do.” She sighed deeply and silence followed for a while, that I almost thought that the message was over.But I was
Nervous wasn't the word to describe how I felt.I was anxious. I was freaking out. But most of all, I was excited.It was finally the day of my date with Fabian. He didn't make it easy with figuring out what he had been planning, but I did soon enough.I figured it was a dinner date when he asked me what flavour champagne I preferred. He tried to make it seem like a harmless casual question, but after a whole week of being secretive, he should've known I would've figured it out. I wasn't really a fussy person, but I was happy with whatever he chose.
The sun had already set, and the hint of the moon started to peek from behind the light feather of clouds. I noticed that we were driving away from the city, yet we were somehow still in the middle of it all. My restaurant theory started to wither when I saw him pull onto a paved walkway that seemed deserted, though I didn't understand why. It seemed like an abandoned park, although it was beautiful. I let go of his hand so that he could park adequately, and I didn't even notice when he hopped from the car and appeared at my door because I was too busy trying to figure out what was happening. "Fabian? Where are we?" I questioned, looking around as I tried to recognize something—anything. I've lived in England all my life, and I believed that I knew every inch of the city. But, apparently, I didn't. "I'll show you," he simply stated as he held me by my waist and lifted me from the car. I giggled as his fingers tickled me. Still, I was focused o
I walked through the school doors with a beaming smile on my face. The weather seemed to have gotten my memo this morning, seeing that it was absolutely beautiful out. I was excited to see Shanae. I had been dying to tell someone about my date on Saturday. It felt good to say that I have a boyfriend now. Images about how our night ended also had my nerves tingling again. I had never given much thought to how my first time would be, but it was absolutely perfect. Shanae spoke about hers as if it was wild and crazy, and maybe it was. But mine? It was gentle and filled with so much love. It was utterly perfect. However, I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell anyone about that part of the night just yet. Not even Shanae. I simply wanted to share the moment with Fabian alone for now before turning to other people. Besides, if Colton should find out, I had no idea how he would react. He obviously thinks Fabian is using me. He would only believe that Fabian 'g
Song for chapter: Happier by Olivia Rodrigo *** Half the class was asleep by the time the movie ended, some on their phones and some, like me, quite intrigued. The movie wasn't what I expected. However, even though the ending had me angry, I could say I enjoyed it thoroughly. I could also tell why Ms Fletcher chose this film to 'teach' us about feelings and behaviours. The movie was emotionally frustrating, yet you could understand the lead characters completely. Anna Karenina, a Russian minister's wife and mother of a beautiful little boy, finds herself in an affair with a cavalry officer, Count Vronsky. He was undoubtedly a catch indeed, and I don't blame An
The end of the day came sooner than I anticipated, and oddly after Guidance class, I was in a completely better mood. I didn't talk to Colton, but I felt lighter—as if I could breathe again whenever my mind went to him. I was sceptical about whether I should tell Fabian or not. I don't think he would oppose us being friends again, but I know he wouldn't necessarily be comfortable with it either. To be fair, any boy wouldn't be okay with their girlfriend being friends with someone who 'has feelings' for her. Yet, I knew he wouldn't try to tell me not to be friends with him, simply for my sake. I don't think Colton and I could ever go back to how we were, but the thought of seeing him and talking to him again instead of walking past him as if we were strangers didn't sound too bad. Speaking of both boys, I had to tell Shanae everything at lunch, so I barely got any time to actually eat. Every time I picked up my sandwich, another question was thrown in my face.