Relations With La Mafia [on hold]

18. Over and Under

After I grabbed my notebooks, I had slammed my locker closed, as I unfortunately headed to my Business class.

It had been 4 weeks, 5 days, 8 hours, and 35 minutes since I'd last seen Sebastian. But it's not like I've been counting anyway.

Once I reached the classroom door, I sighed heavily before pulling it open and dragging myself in. Like clock-work, my eyes looked up, hoping to see his tall brooding figure sitting in his chair. And as usual, my eyes laid on his empty chair next to mine.

He hasn't been to school in almost a month and I still pathetically hoped to see him sitting there, waiting for me.

I huffed as I plopped down into my seat as the bell rang, pulling out my notebook and pencil pouch to take notes for Mr. Hawkins' lecture.

After a long while of taking notes, my mind started to drift to what it always drifted to...Him.

Everyday that passes by, makes that night almost seem like a dream.

The way his chocolate brown eyes bore in to mine, sending shivers down my body.

His large, warm hands, intertwined with mine, leaving goosebumps all over my skin.

His overpowering cologne, swamping me in his car, wrapping me like a warm hug.

Our breaths mingling together as we started to lean in...

I abruptly stopped my thoughts and scowled at myself. I needed to stop obsessing over him. Not only am I teeter-tottering on stalker status, but it's actually freaking pathetic. You're barely even friends with him Naomi, stop fantasizing about his lips on yours.

Those pump, pink lips...

Focus! my inner thoughts screamed at me.

I forced myself to pay back attention to whatever Mr. Hawkins was talking about. If I kept this up, I would literally fail my senior and never make it back to Chicago. I hurriedly picked my pen back up and tried my best to catch up.

After what seems like forever, he ended his lecture a little early, leaving us 5 minutes until the lunch bell rang.

My wrist ached as I set my pen down. I seriously am going to send Mr.Hawkins my medical bill if I end up getting carpal tunnel.

I packed my things in my yellow backpack before mindlessly scrolling thought Twitter. My eyes were glued to my phone, engrossed as I watched a video of an orangutan forcibly grab a man through the separators bars. I gasped watching the orangutan try to bite the man's toe off until someone cleared their throat to get my attention.

I looked up to see Nate as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Hey, what's up Nate?" I smiled up at him as I set my phone down, turning my attention to him.