Sophie's PoV:
I've been paired with Dylan for Mrs. Norton's assignment over Christmas break.
Great.
Dylan.
The guy Kira told me her conspiracies regarding his whole relationship with Lexi.
The guy who drove me home twice, stood up for me and defended me, even though he had no reason to do so.
Since Mrs. Norton dawned the news of this essential project we're required to complete, I've been avoiding Dylan by fleeing the class the moment the bell rang.
It resulted in stealing Dylan's chance of actually saying anything to me in relation to this horridly dreaded upcoming project.
I go to my sacred sanctuary -the garden- settling beneath my beloved leafless tree.
I set my bag right next to me, and stare ahead just processing everything that happened in the last couple of weeks.
Do you ever catch yourself off guard?
Like you're not entirely changed, but at the same time you're not the same person you used to be at some point.
~ Day by day, nothing changed.
Looking back, it's all different now ~
I scribble down in my notebook, then sigh deeply like an invisible weight has been lifted off my shoulders somehow.
I think this one sentence summed up how I've been feeling lately in the most perfect way.
I close my notebook and bag it up in my school pack bag, dusting off my pants from any dirt stuck to the back of my jeans.
I make it inside to the cafeteria nonchalantly until I lock eyes with intense pair of brown eyes that never leave mine for quite a long time as I'm walking.
I break off the staring contest we're having by lowering my head and focusing my vision on the doors leading to the hallways seeking my escape.
My footsteps pick up speed, fast pacing towards my next class, which sounds funny as hell, wanting to reach class early when I'm always late.
I keep my head set a-straight, until I'm met with the sound of another set of feet walking behind me.
I decide to shrug it off at first, though that quickly faded away as soon as I heard "Soph, hey" Coming out of the person I didn't want to talk to right now. Not when my head's all jammed up.
You guessed it right. It was him.
"Hey, Dylan. I'm kind of already late to my class, can we talk later?" Lies. I still have a minute before the bell rings.
"Sure. Project. You. Me. I don't want to fail senior year because of this" He rushes out, clearly not wanting to hold me back for long, which I strangely appreciated.
" I'll text you later " The words fly off my tongue before I think them through. It seems to have worked because he relaxes and smiles "Ok" He responds and turns leaving.
Blinking. Once. Twice.
Did I just tell him I'll text him. I don't even have his number for goodness sake!
I sigh dramatically, this will have to wait, this time I'll actually be late to class if I don't start exercising my legs soon towards history class.
Hefty classes long awaited-ly came to an end and I'm free to go home from my daily served sentence.
I open the door to be met with crisp air and the sound of nothingness, the usual.
I sigh in disappointment, another day where my parents aren't home. Another day where their jobs come first and I come second.
Why am I even surprised? I've always been second. I can't expect they'll make an exception for this year's Christmas holiday.
"We promise we'll make it if we can"
"We'll try our best to arrive on time"
"Sorry, honey. We got held back by something important "
"Our flight had been delayed, you'll have to manage without us"
"We couldn't make it, sweetie. Something urgent came up"
"We swear we'll make it up to you"
"Maybe another time"
Every year, instead of making a presents list for Santa Claus, I add the shitty excuse my parents use for why they won't be able to make it this year to spend time with me to a stupid list.
As I set my bag aside, I go into the kitchen opening the fridge for a cold bottle of water.
When I close the fridge door behind me, I turn to be met with the expected. Another sticky note glued on the marbled counters.
I take the peace of paper between my fingers, in order to read this year's added excuse.
"Our flight had been delayed, you'll have to manage without us"
Wait, didn't this one expire like 4 years ago?
They're slacking, next time they should come up with something more original..
I go up the stairs to my room and slam the door behind me in agitation. My mood's been ruined beyond my willingness.
I plop down like a dead body on the mattress of my bed, hoping it would suck the emptiness out of my limbs.
Before I become aware of reality, I'm fast asleep fantasizing about much simpler times when family was worth more than the temporary satisfaction brought by materialistic things.
The high of money doesn't last long, maybe that's why my parents are out there constantly trying to catch the next wave of it..
I'm awakened by a ding, opening my eyelids, I pick up my phone to check what is it.
I find a text message from an Unsaved Number
Unsaved Number: { I thought we weren't bailing on senior year's project?ð¢â ï¸ }
I furrow my eyebrows and sit straight, how did he get my number?
Me: { Sorry, I took a nap ;) how'd you get my number ? }
Unsaved Number: { Guess ð¤ }
I chuckle and try to connect the dots, then it downs on me.
Me: { Kira? }
I ask, 99% sure that it was her who gave him my number. No one else might have saved my number.
Unsaved Number: { Yeah, Kira }
Me: { So, when we'll be starting our project? }
I hit send reluctantly, after all that's the reason he hit me up in the first place.
Unsaved Number: { I was thinking maybe today, you know the sooner the better ;)
So it's ok if I come over? }
He sends and my heart picks up pace for a mysterious reason..
I type and send a reply fast.
Me: { Yeah, sure , â¢attached location⢠}
Unsaved Number: { ok, I'll be there in 20 }
20 freaking minutes?? What have I done?
Oh mu gosh he's coming over and I'm all alone. He must think I'm trying to 'lure' him in.
Is this phrase even used in the modern world? To lure someone in?
This is getting stupid, I throw the phone on the bed and start preparing myself.
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