“You seem to be deep in thought. Is everything okay?” Daniel asked, seeming a bit concerned. Awww we practically just met today and he already cares. Will you lie to him and say you’re fine, or will you briefly explain what’s on your mind?
There was a practical tie so I’m going straight through the middle on this one and along with what someone commented. You have chosen to tell some of the truth, but not all of it. You’ll see what I mean. Sorry it’s a little different but I hope you like it.
“Oh nothing, just fantasizing about what my newfound crush would say if I told him how I felt.” I said, not ready for the answer. “Well, if it’s a newfound crush, I think you should give it some time. Maybe hang out with them a little more before you make a huge decision and get to know them more. I wouldn’t go straight into it, especially if you just now started crushing on them. Ya know what I mean?” Daniel said to me, and I believe that was the perfect answer. The best I could hear from him. He’s so smart, and adorable, and he seems like a really nice person, compared to the rest of the jocks. Mostly that Jonah dude. What. A. Player. Jonah is practically the most popular person in the school, and he isn’t even a senior yet. He’s just that dude. The one dude who wants to have sex with every girl in school, is always horny, and loves parties and getting drunk. That’s the only way we’re similar. We both like to party. I just have Jordan and Cassie and Vanessa to help me not go too far. Even though Vanessa can’t come to those parties and keep me from doing something I’ll regret right then and there, before every party I go to, I discuss the details with her and she helps me decide what to/not to do. She’s the best sister anyone could ask for and she’s gone through so much. She never had a good, caring father. She only knew her abusive, drunk father. I remember when Dad was a good, kind person. That’s all I wish Vanessa could’ve had. “Victoria. You ok?” I snapped out of my daze and saw Daniel waving his hand in front of my face. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I do that a lot.” “Is everything ok? Is there something you want to talk about, maybe? Something you need to get off your mind?” He asked, seeming truly considerate about the answer. Like, he actually cared enough to know what I’d say. Like he actually wanted to hear about what’s going on. “To answer your first question,” I said matter-of-factly, “I am most definitely not ok. Something I want to talk about? Yes, there are a lot of things I need to talk to someone about. But here isn’t really the place for it. There’s a lot of background noise and I won’t be able to think about what I’m saying. Maybe we could meet up in the library or the football field after lunch. I don’t remember if I already told you and I’m very sorry ahead of time, but I won’t be able to meet up with you at lunch. I, I have to meet up with a friend I haven’t seen since like, 8th grade. I’m so sorry.” “Oh no, it’s totally fine. Um,” He started, looking kind of disappointed, “yeah. Meeting at the football field after lunch would work for me. Is that good?” “Works for me. Um, random question but, are you and that Jonah dude, the junior. Are y’all, friends?” “Nope. I hate him with a passion. We’re only teammates. I hate how he uses girls for only their bodies. It’s sickening to know that he breaks a girl’s heart about every two days and doesn’t even care. And he’s always drinking. Always. It’s like he never stops. Being underage and in California makes sense to drink a little, but he’s consistently drinking and sometimes I even see him smoking.” “Thank you. I always see girls day-dreaming about him, wishing they could be another one of his play toys, and I’m over here like, ‘Dude, are you serious? At least get a guy with a personality.’ It’s so annoying, how fake he is and all.” “I totally understand you there. It’s practically his mission to get with all the hot chicks by the end of high school. Has he, ya know, with y-” I cut him off knowing exactly what he would say. “No, no, no. I am not letting that happen. Ever. I hate him so much. I can’t even look at him without thinking about all the horrible things he’s done to girls in the school. Anyways, I want to get to know you better. Even though class is almost over, we could just spit random facts out about ourselves. I know that’s something to get to know someone better. I like to call it ‘fact spitting’.” I said at random, totally making up that name right then and there. “Is that what you really call it? Or did you just now make it up?” Oh man, he’s onto me. “Ok ok, I just made it up. Anyways, I’ll go first. My birthday is February 17, I have a younger sister named Vanessa who’s 10 years old, my favorite thing to do is either volleyball, chemistry, or play piano. I love going to parties, don’t take that the wrong way, I am responsible… -ish. My friends help me with that. Oh yeah, my favorite colors are lavender, pastel yellow, coral, and teal. Pretty much anything pastel.” I said, getting as many words out as I could with just one breath. “Ok, um.. My birthday is April 2, I have a younger sister who is 16 and an older brother who is 20, I absolutely love playing instruments whenever I get the chance. Fun fact: I can play over 20 different instruments. I play football and I enjoy chemistry as well. I mean, who doesn’t though?” “My point exactly. Chemistry is so fun. All the formulas and cool stuff. Yeah, I really like chem.” As soon as I finish my last sentence, the bell rings. I feel kind of disappointed, especially because of the class I have to go to next, but I don’t want to leave Dani. That’s my new nickname for him. Dani. It's a good one too, although that's probably a common nickname for him. I'm seriously catching feelings. “What class do you have next?” I asked Daniel, hoping it would be history, so we could sit next to each other. “Um… History I think. I don't keep track of my schedule very well. Let me check.” He pulled out his phone and opened the notes. Uh, lucky. He has a fricking iPhone 11 max pro whatever. Luckyyyyy. I want one, but i couldn't afford it. I got stuck with my iPhone 8 Plus. "Yup, History next. How bout you?” "Same! History. Um, if you want, I was thinking we could sit next to each other?” “Definitely. We can play that game you made up last period. The ‘fact-spitting’ game.” “Oh yeah, totally. We're probably going to have to do a lot of work in the class. Gosh, does that teacher ever give us a break? I mean, does he not understand that we have lives? That we don't have time for all his stupid homework? That's why chemistry is my fav class. It comes easy to me, no homework, and best teacher ever. I'm kinda sad and kinda glad that this year is ending. Like, I'm glad because this was the worst year of my life. I swear. But I'm sad because our chem teacher is leaving. Can you believe she's been here for 35 year-” "You're rambling.” “Ooh, sorry. I tend to do that a lot. Anyways, what were we saying?” “Um, I have no idea. You said a lot in very little time.” “I know. I'm sorry, I'm really bad about that.” “It's nothing to be sorry about, everybody does it. Sometimes you just get so…”
I'm not asking a question this time bc i don't know what I'd ask but here's the long waited for part idek what of my imagine. Hope you like it. How bout just commenting what you think should happen next. Ouuuu I know, comment what happens next, and I'll do a poll for the most commented theories. Yay! Luv y'all.
- jenniver/jenny/jenna/ this is cringy imma stop now.