"Sometimes editors report that, in lines 5 and 6, the poet is referring to his friend, then the previous reference to the friend in lines 6 and 7 seems out of place and illogical. It makes more sense..."

I was currently in literature class and Mr. Rivera was giving an analysis on Shakespeare's sonnet 'When, in disgrace with fortune...' Which I, honestly, couldn't care less about. I still don't get why they made me take this course. I guess my 'parents' think it'll be beneficial to me.

Tap!
Tap!!

I swear if that asshole throws a paper ball at me one more-

Tap!!!

That's it! I got up from my seat and tackled Keith. He wriggled himself out of my grip and made a run for it. I chased after him completely ignoring the fact that I was supposed to be having a class. I chased him all the way to the soccer field.

Keith is able to be that ahead of me because he plays soccer and has an unfair advantage, what's that? Well it's just his unusually long legs.

Keith stood on the other side of the field, staring at me warily. I walked towards him, taking my time. Just as I lunged at him, I heard my name. This made me turn my head and I landed in a not so good position.

Keith began wailing like an infant, who just got his candy taken away. To be fair, I did land on him.
"Get off me!" He shoved me off his body and we both looked towards the entrance.

It was Coach Mayweather, shaking her head at the both of us, she yelled "Chancellors office!"

"Now!!" that got us springing into action.

-

"I can't say I'm not disappointed in the both of you." Chancellor Archibald ended his lecture with that sentence.

So basically, we've been left off with a warning. Our behavior is frustrating the school. Apparently, they know we're smart and have some blah blah blah. Honestly, I couldn't care less.

Right now, I was at the library, picking up a few books for Keith, he's at practice. What are best friends for? Yeah! That's right. The guy who's head I nearly chopped off earlier today is in fact  my best friend. We met a few years ago. I also need to get some blue paint, ran out a few days ago.

"Focus," I read out the title to a book that caught my attention. The cover had this notebook design and the word 'focus' sorta splattered on it.

"Written by-" I was cut short when someone ran into me.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." A girl with brown caramel skin shade, grey eyes and braids said to me. It looked like I was a whole feet on her. She was wearing black jeans that were ripped at the knees, a white sweater and matching white sneakers.

"It's fine." I reassured her and bent down to pick up the books but she beat me to it.

"Here." She said handing them over to me but she held on to one. Looking closely, I saw that it was the focus book.

"I hope you enjoy reading this," she said still looking at the book.

"I'm sure I will," she stretched the book towards me, just as I was about to take it she jumped and exclaimed "oh! Wait here!" and ran off with the book. Oh dear lord!

A few minutes later she came back with a girl just a few inches taller than her. The girl's skin was marshmallow colored, her waist long hair was a really dark shade of brown. She had blue eyes and a bit of freckles scattered across her face. She was wearing black leggings, a white tee and a large grey sweater over it and she toped it off with white sneakers. She looked so familiar but I couldn't pin point why.

"Uh," I was so staring, what is wrong with you, Aidan?

"Sorry," I said to her, nervously scratching the back of my neck.

"I see you found my book!" She said to me pointing at the book the other girl was still holding. At that she handed it over to me.

"Written by Rose Matthews..." I trail off, where have I heard that name before? Where have I seen this face before?

"Yeah, I just got it published a few weeks ago. Please do give me your feedback," she said to me "if you read it that is" she continued, putting emphasis on the if.

"I will." I smiled at her, then turned to smile at the other girl.

"Oh! Where are my manners?" the grey eyed girl suddenly said "I'm Rieya and this is Rose, obviously." she chuckled at her sentence.

"Well, I'm Aiden. Nice to meet you, Rieya," I said, extending my hands towards her then I turned to "Rose." She also takes my hand.

They started walking away, wait! "Wait!" I jog to catch up with them. "Where can I see you again?" I said all in one breath. "For t-the feedback, I mean." I stutter which resulted in a dimpled smile from Rieya "We work here," oh I should've realized that "One of us would probably be on duty when you come."

"Okay."

"Bye, Aiden" they said simultaneously and walk away. I could've sworn that I've heard seen that face before but where?

-

On the walk to the apartment I share with Keith. I noticed some guys doing some shady business. One guy stood out though, he looked like he was around my age, he had this really pale skin, ear piercings, tattoos going down one arm and I could barely see any color in his eyes, everything about him just seemed pale. When his eyes met mine, I felt this chill run up my spine.

Well, enough of that. I took out my keys and opened the door to a half naked Keith on the couch. He was snoring and totally not sleeping. I dumped his books on his head.

"Ow!"

"Get your lazy ass up,"

"Why are you so mean? I could've actually been asleep, y'know?"

"You could've,"

Grumbling, he got up, picked up a throw pillow and walked into his room. Just as I was beginning to think he was done, he ran back into the room and smacked my head with the pillow.

"What is wrong with you? No, don't answer that. You were probably hit on the head as a baby."

"I hate you!"

"The feeling's mutual, sweetheart." I smirk at him and he smacked me again.

He sat beside me on the couch and said "So are we going to that party or what?!" Like he didn't just assault my head. Twice!!

"We," I point to him then myself "are not going anywhere."

"But it'll be nice!!" He whined.

"And do I look like I care about..." I pause for dramatic effect then put air quotes as I say the word "...nice."

"Aiden!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

"Great! Thanks Aiden!!" And with that he walked into his room.

How did he- I think the real question here is how did I fall for it?

What have I gotten myself into?

--

"I will miss you," She said to him, sniffling.

"What do you mean?" He was as confused as it gets, "I'm just going to the hospital. I'll be back before the evening." He said, more to reassure himself.

"Yeah, you will." She replied, wiping her tears, "I'll be waiting for you."

Little did he know that those would be the last words she would say to him.

They hugged and he walked away, waving at her for the last time.

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Word count = 1291

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Hey y'all, I'm so excited writing this but I'm still having problems with tenses, I hope it isn't that noticeable.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

Will be updating bimonthly.

Love, Blue.