Finding Cinderella

ღ Finding Cinderella (25)

ღ Finding Cinderella- 25 ღ

-Kylie-

Every day, every minute, every second, I felt like crap.

I woke up feeling fine, but as the day wore on, my mood plummeted. I felt empty. Weirdly empty. I wanted to look for something to fill that emptiness, but it was like I was searching for it in the dark, not knowing where or what it was. This feeling had all started the night of our fight, and it had been bugging me since.

Oh. No. No. That didn't mean I missed him.

I didn't miss him.

That's just—ugh.

I had been taking every chance to avoid him, but English class had never given me that opportunity because the surname-based seating arrangement had placed him and me next to each other.

Oh, joy.

Today's lecture was about Shakespeare's tragic plays. I wanted to concentrate on listening, but Tristan's strange behavior was bothering me. He'd been glancing at me nonstop; I was afraid he was going to turn into a bat and bite me on the neck. Seriously, hadn't I made it clear that I no longer had anything to do with him?

When Mrs. Cox turned to write something on the board, I glowered at him and he quickly moved his gaze to the front. How I wished I could transfer my seat anywhere but here.

Groaning, I rested my chin in my hand and tried to refocus. A few moments later, something bounced onto my desk. A folded paper. I flicked my eyes to Tristan, and he was pointing at it, his eyebrows furrowed. The note wasn't addressed to anyone so maybe it wasn't for me but for someone else instead. Besides, why would he even pass me a note? What would he write to me? A homework assignment? His electric bill?

I looked at the person in front of me. It was Ronnie, and she was shaping her nails with a nail file underneath her desk as usual. She was supposed to be sitting in the back, but she was so inattentive that Mrs. Cox had to make her switch seats with Catalina Gadzinski to keep an eye on her. Ronnie loved the spot anyway because she kept crossing and swinging her tanned legs every minute to show them off to Tristan.

Mrs. Cox was writing on the board again, and I quickly poked Ronnie's shoulder. She turned to me and became confused when I showed her the note. This might be his urgent love confession; I'd better give it to her.

As I did, Tristan scrambled off his seat and snatched the note from my hand, making Ronnie and I gasp in unison. He slumped back, wincing as his chair made a grating sound against the floor.

"What's with all the noise?" Mrs. Cox stopped writing and turned to face the class. No one dared to speak up. With a shake of her head, she returned to writing.

Tristan stooped over his desk again, and I could see his neck and ears turning beet red. I covered my face with my hands to hide my laughter until I heard something being tossed onto my desk. Peeking through the space between my fingers, I noticed the same folded paper. This time, there was a message outside, and my chest drummed as I read it.