So we spend the rest of the break together without really doing much. We are sitting close to each other occasionally playing a few piano notes or just lulled by our silence. It is not embarrassing but not very appropriate either but what can we do about it? On my side, I don't know what to say to him, and on his side, he seems to appreciate the silence in which we are. No need to ruin this fake peace. The bell rings announcing the start of class and Michael is about to get up when I grab his clothes. It's true I've decided to move away from him but for the moment, it's not the case yet. So I'm going to enjoy it a little more despite the shadow that hangs over my heart and obscures my thoughts. I guess that's the feeling of wanting to take what isn't yours but can't help it. I just want to spend as much time as possible with him before he gets sick of me. He quickly understands that I want him to sit down again and he does so quickly, resuming his place by my side, suddenly I
We arrived in front of the class and the teacher was already present. As usual, Michaël wanted to enter without knocking as if it were his room but I stopped him. Of course, someone has to teach this boy good manners and even if he doesn't want to, I'm going to instill them in him myself. He looks at me with questioning eyes and the only answer I give him is to knock on the classroom door when I can hear the teacher has stopped talking inside and his footsteps getting closer to the door. door. The door opened up about the language teacher and seeing that it was us, he made an embarrassed face. “So where were you? The class has already started for twenty minutes, good Michaël I can understand but you miss, I don't understand you seem very studious and..." "It's my fault, I needed her notes and taking them, we didn't see the time passing, we apologize" As soon as Michael had finished speaking, the professor had immediately closed his mouth, certainly at a loss for words. I cou
Since Michaël followed this mute Charlotte does not feel well, what the hell can he find in her? It annoys her. She came back to class and decided to divulge a little rumor of nothing at all anyway; it was not like it was going to go back to her. And everyone knows what it costs to challenge her so she is 100% sure that even if we ask, no one would denounce her. So she sits near a group of girls during the break while they were still ecstatic around Michael. “Oh did you hear? He already comes to school almost every day. “What a joy to be able to see him like this every day, I long for the moment when we will meet again in the hallway” "Ah, it must be so nice to be able to sit next to him, don't you think? » "It's true, I envy his classmates who have places next to him" "Yeah, sure, but I heard a girl is sitting next to him and she's very dangerous" " How? Charlotte is it you? » Charlotte put a hand to her lips, signaling the girls to shut up, which they quickly did. “O
I don't know why but Charlotte seemed to smile at me but I could see that this smile was forced, fake. Honestly, I can't explain the feeling, but her kindness sounded downright wrong and it sent horrible shivers down my spine. Her expression was soft yet cold and I don't know how to explain it to myself, but her look was freezing my blood. Why this oppressive feeling? Charlotte is however kind and pleasant with me. In addition, she was kind enough to introduce me to her friends so that I could integrate. So why do I feel like she hates me deep down? No, I get it, it's the gut-wrenching guilt that makes me feel like Charlotte hates me. It's true despite the love that I know she has for Michaël, love that I believe to be reciprocal, I cling to him and as a girlfriend, she must feel a little frustrated, no, angry I think. Even I will react the same way. I try to scratch my cheek but the professor clears his throat behind me and I freeze. Oh no, I forgot that I behaved like a r
The road to my work went fairly calmly, leaving me time to think about everything that happened all day. It was very weird between Charlotte who became my friend, the revelations about a probable romantic relationship between Michaël and her, and everything I felt after this discovery. I still hurt because of it. I don't know how I should take it, should I be angry, sad or just give up… I don't know what feeling should prevail in me, what is certain is that it hurts. I blew in front of me the thick mist coming out of my lips, I looked up at the sky, the snow was bad this year, and tomorrow we will already be in December, and still no snow. It's quite strange. I kept walking, arranging my coat and scarf as I sped up so I wouldn't be late. Soon I see the shop and my heart leaps with joy. After three days without being there, it feels weird to come back. I run towards the entrance and almost bump into a young woman. "Oh sorry baby, I didn't see you" I lower my face apologetica
“Hey Dad, what do you have in mind? You're the one who asked me to call Ned to tell me if Aden is back from his trip and now you're introducing him to Emma? What are you thinking about? » Mr. Burns was silent for a moment as he watched Emma and Aden exchange courtesy and friendship. He knew that the two would get along. Aden, being an easy-going and kind-hearted boy, certainly has flaws but that is not something he can control. Everyone has his bad side that he can try to fix, especially since this poor boy lives in a stressful environment which often makes him petty. He knows him very well, he is a good person otherwise he would not have introduced him to Emma “Nothing, I just wanted them to be friends” Mélanie remained calm; her father had an idea in mind and she did not know whether to worry about it. She didn't think he wanted to put them together or anything like that so no she wasn't going to worry. Even if she is still curious to know what this merry-go-round is all a
Emma and Aden roamed the streets looking for where to buy a phone. For Emma, it was not easy or obvious to find a suitable store when Aden seemed to know exactly where to go. "Don't worry Emma, I know Central like the back of my hand you don't have to worry about finding a good store" Of course, I smiled, telling myself that it wasn't going to be too bad to trust him with this. So far he hasn't made me feel like he wants to make fun of me; so, I'm just going to let it be. The only thing I regret is that Michaël is not there. It's an important step in my life and I would have liked the boy I'm in love with to be present. But he also had his life to live and I just couldn't force him to always be there for me. "So how's it at Central High?" Are the classes going well? » I looked up at Aden and he had his arms behind his neck walking nonchalantly. He looks so relaxed and sure that his glow seems to invade the whole street. He has this presence that seems to attract people, si
I smiled at his new message, a message, I feel so ecstatic. I could now communicate with Michaël. I'm a little ashamed to admit it but if I wanted to own a phone, it was to communicate with Michaël when we are apart. Now it is finally the case and I couldn't be happier. I am all exhilarated and excited. The fact that he misses me and promises to give me kisses and hugs when we meet again – I don't know how I keep from passing out. My heart is beating so fast. The palpitations in my chest quicken as I read the famous message again and purse my lips as I feel like I'm shaking. I tremble with pleasure, the same pleasure I feel when Michael is used to touching me in a certain way. I feel so ashamed right now wanting his presence and his hands on me. Since when did I become so outrageous? We must not forget that… "Wow, are you sure you two aren't dating?" » I got scared when thinking about Michael, Aden came up behind me and almost screamed. I nearly had a heart attack as I l