So idk I think you guys are bored with this story because I haven't gotten any review for like the last two chapters? But I only have a few more days of school and then I can update more so just keep holding on! Here's the next chapter!

There was no point in doing my nails if I was just going to bite them. I heard my mom's voice scolding me in my head, making me immediately stop. I only heard her voice when there was nothing else I could think about. My mind went to the main thing I didn't want to think about when I had nothing to distract my thoughts with. That's why I hated quiet places or being alone, because I was stuck with facing my own demons alone and most of the time, they won.

I looked over at Eli who was sitting across the room, with his head facing the ceiling as he leaned back. I wanted so badly to throw something at him for getting me into this in the first place but Ms. Dawes was sitting at her desk, watching us both intently, waiting for us to do something to keep us there another day or another hour, whichever was more hurtful in her opinion. So, I went back to the racing thoughts in my mind as I had nothing else to do.

I started to bite my lip as I couldn't think of anything to do, or rather I couldn't think of anything to do to distract myself from overanalyzing life in one sitting. I always bit something when I was nervous. In my defense, I never had gum or anything like that to chew so the next best thing was my skin. Of course it was gross, I knew that, I've heard it all my life. But that didn't stop me from biting my nails until I couldn't pick up anything with them in middle school or biting my lips until they bled. I had gotten better over the years but in times like these when I could only reflect on the thoughts I threw in the DO NOT THINK box in the back of my head, I reverted back to the habits I shouldn't have gotten in the first place.

As I started to taste blood, I forced myself to stop biting my lips as I was sure they looked disgusting. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my stick of cherry ChapStick and applied some on. Actually, I applied more than enough just for extra measure. Once I was finished using half the tube, I put the top back on and stuffed it back into my pocket.

I looked around hoping that I maybe I'd find something to stare at that would make me a little less bored but it was a normal classroom, filled with desks and little drawings by bored students that didn't know what else to do. Being bought to the point of either slamming my head against the desk repeatedly until I blanked out or making a quick escape by jumping out the open three-story window close by, I decided to actually read the "inspirational posters" that lined the walls of the room.

The first one I placed my eyes on read, "Before you speak, T.H.I.N.K." For T, is it true? For H, is it helpful? For I, is it inspiring? For N, is it necessary? For K, is it kind? Those type of posters were the ones I hated the most. There was no way I'd stop myself before saying something and say to myself, "Oh wait, let me see, is this true or helpful? No? Might as well shut up then!" But then I thought about it again and considered it plausible that maybe that one of the problems. Maybe I did need to think about what I say before I said it and maybe I'd have more to say if I did. But before I could start thinking about the way this one poster was affecting my life, I saw out the corner of my eye that Ms. Dawes had gotten up.

"I have to go to the office quickly," she said, as she walked past us, eyeing us with a disapproving look, "Talk and you'll be here longer. I have no life so I can easily take yours away."

I listened out for the clicking of Ms. Dawes heels until it became completely inaudible. Once the clicking was gone and I knew she was out of ear shot, I turned and looked to Eli and became more upset as I saw him smirking at me as he leaned across the desks.

"Having fun?" he joked.

"Yes because spending an afternoon in a room with you instead of at home because I helped you sneak into class when you were late is all the fun I could ever imagine and more! Please note that I emphasized the word 'you'." I said, turning back around to look out the window, hoping that maybe time would speed itself up if watched each cloud separate and slowly move on their own.

I heard desks moving and then a settling in the seat next to me. Just as I was about to turn around, I felt Eli shift closer to me, putting his head right next to mine, I could almost feel his stare, "All right," he said, as his cool breath sent a chill along the surface of my skin on my neck as it always did when he got into Ice Breakers territory, "I'll make this up to you."

I stared ahead, not setting myself up for failure because I knew if I turned around to look at him, he'd win any argument being so close, "And how exactly will you do that?"

"The Halloween Bash."

I stopped and my eyes widened just a bit. The Halloween Bash, I had heard about it over the loud-speaker during homeroom that morning. Half my mind was focused on listening to music but there wasn't really much I had to listen to. It was a dance, a high school dance, with costumes and food. Of course, I wanted to go, dances and costumes were my favorite, but I figured of the two people I really knew, neither of them would go. There was no use in planning to go just to stand on the side next to the punch table and watch everyone having a great time while I filled up my cup for the 6th time. But here I was, now being indirectly asked to go by the exact person I thought would have nothing to do with anything involving the word 'bash'. Unless it was a mosh pit bash or something. Did they bash in mosh pits? Or mosh at bashes? I forced my brain to get back and focus on the topic sitting next to me.

"What about it?" I asked, smirking internally as I decided it would only be fair to milk it.

"Oh come on," Eli sighed and I could practically hear his eyes rolling as he continued. He put his head on my shoulder, his nose brushing against my jawline as he said every word, "Fine. Dearest Summer Mitchell, in return of you having to take precious time away from Netflix to spend an afternoon of torture and silence with me, being the good friend I am, I will go to the Halloween Bash with you because I know that's probably something you want to do and not alone. And as a bonus, I will try not to bash my brains out as a result of the stupidity that I will encounter on that night."

As I was just about to laugh and answer, Ms. Dawes voice had been brought upon us, "Considering how well put that was, I'll pretend I didn't hear it. I'll also pretend that you never got out your seat, Mr. Goldsworthy and that nothing changed since I was sitting in that exact seat up there and you two were bored out of your minds."

We went back to our routine quickly. Eli was back in his first seat, looking at the ceiling. Ms. Dawes was back at her desk, grading papers and glancing up occasionally to look at us and I was staring at the window watching the clouds once again, trying to make the time go by fast. I looked over at Eli, who just so happened to look at me at the same time. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and quickly scribbled something down, holding it up to me when he was finished.

'You never answered' it read.

I skimmed through my bag and found a loose piece of paper crumbled at the bottom of it. I pulled it out along with a pen from the front of my backpack and unfolded it and scribbled down an answer.

'Dearest Eli Goldsworthy idk' it read at first.

Of course I had to milk it just a bit longer even though he was probably already positive on what I was going to say. I scratched out idk and wrote yes, holding it up again. He smiled and put up a thumbs up.

Little did he know inside that yes was a million little yes' that couldn't wait until Friday night.

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