Crestfallen novel Chapter 2

"You did all that, in 108 minutes?" Macy asked me incredulously.

"It's a talent, I know." I replied. I'd just finished explaining the events of the previous events to my best friend here, and this is the reply she gives me.

"Okay, just... Breathe. Yeah, breathe." She said, taking deep breaths for herself. I think this is stressing her out more than me. Since we worked in pairs for biology, Mme. Sutherland had allowed us to pick our partners for our senior year. It was a tradition of hers.

"Ah, fuck." Macy exclaimed suddenly. I turned to face her and saw her using two fingers to peel her eyelid off of her eyeball.

"Oh, God, what are you doing?" I questioned, turning my head away from her and putting my hand on the side of my head so that I couldn't see her.

"I'm trying to get this damn eyelash out of my eye. It's been bothering me since P.E this morning." She stated irritatedly. "You remember last year, when we learned that eyelashes were the body's adaptation to protect your eyes?"

"Yeah." I replied, looking back at her to find her furiously blinking her eyes.

"Well I can't remember the last time I got something other than an eyelash in my eye. What a great defence mechanism." Macy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"It's sad because it's true." I agreed, smiling at her pain. Sadistic, I know. Mme. Sutherland began teaching while Macy and I engaged in a frivolous conversation. The class flew by and lunch came faster than I'd anticipated.

"I'll meet you at our lockers, I just gotta get my pencil back." I told her once I remembered that he hadn't given my pencil back at the end of French class and I knew I'd forget by tomorrow.

"You're actually going to go?" She asked, clearly astounded. Her eyes had even widened a fraction.

"Yup." I said, popping the 'p'. I waved goodbye and she watched me nervously. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad nervous too. Actually, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't super nervous.

I wandered the halls and made my way through the hundreds of students until I finally saw a faintly familiar blob of brown hair. Who am I kidding. That fohawk wasn't a blob, it sat on his head so perfectly that it was impossible to deny it.

As I reached him, I realized that he was in a circle with his friends. Fabulous.

I took a deep breath and pushed my way through two of the skyscrapers who were clearly over six feet tall. My height of 5'8" was pathetic compared to theirs. The people I'd pushed aside were Liam and Chris. The only other people in the circle were James and Jeremy.

They'd all stopped their conversations to look down at me expectantly. "P-Pencil." Was all I sputtered. Queue the face palm. The boys all started laughing in sync and it creeped me out. "I'm cringey, we've established that, pencil please." I said with a surprising amount of confidence. The boys finished off their chuckles and watched me.

"I lost it." He said with a certain nonchalance that ticked me off.