"Of all the people in the world, I had the unfortunate opportunity to meet you."
"Well the same goes to you."
When he said that, his face fell into that infamous smirk of his, and even though I should probably be very upset with him. I couldn't be. Which scared me to say the least; I should hate his guts, revolted by his very presence, but life was funny that way.
Meeting people who have nothing in common with you in any way and becoming friends, or partnering you with mortal enemies. Yes, life was so very funny. Ha ha.
But even as he was saying those words to me, I could see past that smirk and almost see some hidden emotion in his eyes, but as soon as it was there it left. He was definitely hiding something. I would never find out what though that was for sure.
"Are you going to say something? Or are you just going to stand around."
"I was thinking. It's what most people do."
"Well, I would hardly call that look on your face, a thinking type of look. Your face went all red and you were staring off into space. What were you thinking about? A boy perhaps? See there's the look again!
So he was staring at me too. It kind of felt like a compliment but almost. Knowing him it was all I was going to get as a nice anything.
"That is absurd I was not thinking about a boy."
He totally saw through my lies. Personally I am utterly horrid at telling lies unless it is in the moment, then I am quite good. But now was not the moment.
"Well I best be off, we can't keep running into each other like this. Our project is over now, people would begin to talk."
"Is that so bad?"
"It depends what they talk about, then yes it could be utterly bad."
Stupid git, trying to be all smooth like. 'Is that so bad?' Yes! Potentially it could be very bad. My head girl status would be ruined, everything would turn to shambles.
"Goodnight."
After ending our conversation I quickly made my way to my room. I did not need a teacher catching me. That would be even worse than actually talking to the stupid boy. I made my way up the stairs
and quickly climbed into bed, hoping and praying for no disturbances. No such luck. My head was swimming with thoughts about him. I am definitely going to be tired tomorrow morning.
So this may be my first ever story or whatever you want to call it on to the internet. Hate it or love it. Just try to be nice and tell me of all mistakes.
Thanks De.