Do best friends really come before boys?
Stolen Heart
How many _oh no_ moments can one person have?
I enter my house, still astounded by what had happened back at school. Before anything else, I go to my bedroom , switching into a pair of blue trousers and a pink- coloured collar shirt, tying my hair into a volumized, messy ponytail before gathering my research book work. I head downstairs into the living room table, where I set my books up for book work.
I spend an hour,brushing up on every subject I attended today, later on, taking up another hour to revise all the facts I needed to know for my Science IQ next Monday.
Once I concluded going over my Science notes, I continue studying History, Religious Studies and English literature. Soon after, finalizing my Maths, French, Drama and Social studies homework assignments. Note: In case you didn’t know, this is a studying ritual routine which I follow every day after school’s dismissal. Occasionally, I may pay a visit to Chloe’s house, in order to study with her or I may study in my favorite, quiet local library. Otherwise, I do so at home. As soon as I’ve ended, I once again change out of my home clothes,into my sportswear and go for a half an hour jog around the block. Usually, I take my iPod and earphones with me when I go out to exercise.
I’d say it was in the region of 17:45 when I left the house for my regular jog. As I was doing so, my iPod happened to play one of my best loved songs;_ Closer by Chainsmokers and Hasley_ .
In this instance, I pretty much was into the song, as I jogged past the” in close promixity” houses, enhanced with grand, divine driveins ,porches and tall, shading oak trees.
Turning a corner, a smile whipped onto my face as the song was at my most-liked part. At the corner of my eye, I recognize a familiar face. I turn my head, noticing Adonis, strolling down the path opposite to mine, reigning my favoured breed of dog-Shih Tzu. I actually know a lot of facts about them: they originate from Tibet in China, have a life span of approximately 10-15 years, their name actually means “little lion” and their dominant characteristic is affection. See?
He turned his head, discovering that I were staring at him.
He calls my name, waving. Without thinking, I turn a corner in alarm, insecure of what to do. I peer out from the corner, spotting him cross the road, with the dog, towards me. Anxious, I begin running down the road as fast as possible, reaching home a whole 20 minutes before I should’ve been. Still agitated, I kick off my running trainers and barge up the stairs to change. The best way to forget is to move on, right?
After some while I go back downstairs to find my mum’s arrived home from work.
“Hey Sweetie. How was your day at school?” Mum greets, patting my head and closing the door behind her.
In a way, I find that question too much to ask. After everything that has occurred, discussing that with anyone, especially my mother is out of bounds. As a result I reply: “Good. Just the usual.”.
“ Oh right-y! I’m making us lasagna today! “ Mum announces, opening the kitchen cupboards and pulling out ingredients. I provide Mum with a blissful expression on my face. I help my mum make the pastry and she makes the mince to go inside. Together, we work well in the kitchen- you could say in equivalence to Gregg Wallace and John Torode.
During dinner, our conversation turns up a notch.
“Why were you so unusual when I asked you about school?” Mum interrogates, narrowing her eyes. Darn it, why is my Mum so observant?
“How was I unusual?” I ask, hiding any kind of weakness.
“Normally, you’d explain your school day in alot more detail than you had earlier on. You may think I don’t listen to a word you say. But really , I do.” Mum explains.
“Or it could just mean you’re very observatory nnd investigative.” I argue.
“Oh comm’on Dominique! Spill what happened!” Mum pleaded, as though she was my best friend.
“No.” I demand, studying the table’s surface.
“Hm...” Mum trails off.
“Hm?” I question.
“ I’m just thinking of what kind of scenarios make you react overprotective. A unknown test score?” Mum tries. I shake my head.
“Fallout with Chloe?” I shake my head
“Dropped out of sixth form!” I shake my head.
“Bullied?” I shake my head.
“Moving to America to join NASA?” I widen my eyes in awe, eventually shaking my head.
“Hm... Let me think about this one. Hm... A boy?”. I look down at my plate, trying really hard not to smile.
“It is a boy!” Mum gasps.
“Who is he? Do I know him? Is he the fit-dumb kind, or the smart,intelligent type or a mixture of the two stereotypes?” Mum questions.
“Hm... I’d say a mixture.” I answer. I cannot get my head around that I’m having a conversation about Adonis to my mum. The more I over think the situation,the weirder it seems.
“Moving was work?” I ask.
“No. We’re not alternating the subject matter until you tell me more information about this unknown guy.” Mum protests.
“Mum, there’s honestly nothing to tell you. We’re literally talked for two minutes during lunchtime and for 1 minute in an elevator on our way to Science. Apart from that-“
“Ah. So he’s in your classes? And there must be more to what you’re telling me. I betcha, you probably enjoyed your short-term conversations with him, right?”
If I’m being honest, no, not really. Every time we have a conversation, I keep wishing for it to be over and I always turn into an overwhelmed wreck when we talk and then he looks at me with his intense blue eyes.
“Dominique?” Mum questions with concern.
“No. Not really.” I say, making eye contact with her.
“Okay, if you say so...” Mum says in the tone “ Mhmm”. Referring back to that Internet Slang list I’d learnt off-by-heart, the translation was “OK,sure(!)”. So, she doesn’t believe me. OK, whatever. I have more pressing issues to deal with such as my homework,studies and some educational trip to Oxford University Museum of Natural History. Okay, Adonis could potentially make the list of “pressing things to deal with”.

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