I've been breaking rules since I saw her for the very first time in her P.E. uniform, looking really messy after playing volleyball in the quad. Her soft hair was damp like seaweed and her face was covered in cruddy sweat.
She looked nasty, however, she appeared comely to me. Call my judgment hyperbolic, but she is a dreamboat, indeed. My life was a a dull and lifeless season of winter, until she came and turned everything in full bloom.
It's been three months now of secretly snapping pictures of Erin Halsey, and I already have a collection of it. It is somehow a hectic day from hell that I have used up my brain neurons rushing my homeworks this morning, which I forgot to do last bloody night.
Sighing, I shove a silver key on my locker's keyhole and pull the handle. My locker has a 5 Seconds of Summer poster taped behind the door, a stack of musical notes, and a small square box where I keep the polaroid pictures. I place the recent photo of her inside the box. I snapped her sitting alone by the swing in the playground near Fraggart High yesterday.
I swear my locker is full of secret stuff, so I always make sure it's locked and secured. I just open it after my last class in the afternoon, which is Physics, to avoid a crowd of deafening noise.
I slam the locker door and sling the strap of my army-green backpack over my shoulder. I amble quietly in the hallway, passing a few students checking their lockers. I make my way upstairs towards the school library. I visit the library sometimes because she goes there to read books during Wednesdays. You can call me some sort of a stalker, but I can say I'm not that much.
I place my army-green backpack on the baggage counter of the library. Finding a good fiction book took me a few minutes, I sit on the vacant table near a mahogany bookshelf with a placard that says: Place used books here.
I scan through the pages of 'Eleanor and Park' by Rainbow Rowell and begin reading the book I picked from the bookshelf in the corner of the library. My good old friend told me about it before, but I must have forgotten certainly. After reading several chapters of a story about two star-crossed misfits, I shut the book and stare at a blank distance. My drowsy eyes feel heavy, thinking I might doze off anytime.
Suddenly, a sound comes from the pile of used books from the bookshelf nearby. I think it's a mobile phone ringing, but why is it there?
I glance around to see if someone also hears the same thing as me, but I guess the school library is too spacious for them to notice the ringing in a low tone. I shrug, exhaling the mother of all habits called laziness.
Psh. I rub my eyes as I stand and walk groggily from my seat going in front of the bookshelf. John Mayer fills my ears with his song "Half of My Heart" as I dig my hands in the part where the sound is coming from.
"...Then you come crashing in like the realest thing. Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring..."
The ringing stop when I finally have the sleek white iPhone with a rose gold case. I go back to my seat, waiting for another call for like 15 minutes. My brain cells debate inside my head whether to open the bloody phone or not.
"Uh! Fine." I whisper to myself. I click the home button and the screen lights up three freaking missed calls. I slide my thumb on the screen, badly hoping it has no passcode. Tada!
Nope.
Unluckily, there's a passcode as expected. I really trust my the stupid logic of my impulses. Come on. Like who on green warming earth won't put a passcode in their phones to avoid invasion of privacy?
I walk home with the mobile phone inside the pocket of my dark blue jeans. I arrive home around 6:40 P.M. and go upstairs towards my bedroom. A black wooden door, with a curse of death, hangs a red sign which reads 'Danger' in bold white letters. I twist the doorknob open, pushing the door, and I get inside.
I throw my army-green backpack on my bed before the thing in my pocket vibrated twice. I slip my hand inside to get the mobile out of my pocket. The screen lights with a message preview.
Hi. Please meet me tomorrow.
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