“I kissed Moir,” was the message I woke up to on Monday morning. I didn’t reply to it. I rushed to get to school that morning to catch Moir and Amy at their designated lockers. For a split second before I ran towards them, Moir looked awkward as ever, and Amy was grinning from ear to ear. It looked like I scared Moir when I rushed over, but I didn’t care. I wanted answers. I pulled out my phone and shoved it in Amy’s face, showing her the same text that I woke up to that morning. I proceeded to get closer to her face and whispered, “Are you guys a thing now?” She looked at me blankly before slowly shaking her head. Moir tried to chime in before I turned around and told him to leave us two to talk, and Moir respectfully backed away to head to his class. As I observe all the students funneling their way into each of their classes, I turn back to Amy.
“Alright.” I began.
“I wasn’t thinking when I did it, but Viv, it felt so right,” she huffed while pacing around.
“You know you have to tell Moir how you really feel about him now, right?”
“I know.”
Amy and I finally decided to walk to class, albeit we were a little late, but we were not skipping class over a boy she likes. Amy could not focus on her piece during art class, and I knew exactly why. This piece was crucial for her to finish because it was essentially our final for this class.
“Amy, please focus,” I whisper. “You need to finish this piece to pass this class, for goodness' sake.”
She didn’t reply and instead let her forehead slowly collide with her sketchbook on the desk, her eyes shutting tightly. It was so as not to make a noise and alert everyone in the classroom, but I knew she wanted her head to sink into that desk.
After class ended, Amy tried to rush out of the room, but I caught up to her and walked her to her class.
“Hey!” I called to her, “You don’t have to tell him right now.”
“I know I-I just want to see him.” Amy stammered.
“Oh my goodness, Amy.” I chuckled, “You’re acting like you don’t see him every day.”
We exchanged more jokes and giggled among ourselves until the second bell rang, which was my cue to rush to my French class. I left Amy with Moir and two of our other friends who were also in that class, and went on my way.
When Amy sat down next to me in Algebra II, it wasn’t long before someone else noticed that she couldn't sit still in her seat. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Junie who had something to say about it. Their other friend, whose name I didn’t know yet, and whose seat is behind Junie’s.
“What’s up with you?” Amy’s friend whispered low enough that not even Junie reacted.
I think Amy pretended like she didn’t hear them. I don’t think she’s told either of them about the kiss yet.
When the class was busy with notes, I looked over at Amy’s friend. They were holding a folded piece of paper, motioning to the person sitting behind Amy to pass the paper over. I quickly looked away, but it wasn’t long until the person seated behind Amy gently tapped on my shoulder. “It’s for you,” they said, setting the paper down next to my notebook on the desk. Amy noticed this and looked at me and the folded paper curiously, tilting her head like a dog. I anxiously opened the piece of paper before me, and was greeted with this note:
I didn’t expect Dawn to pass this note over to me; frankly, I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell them what happened, or is that a job I should leave for Amy? I glanced up and turned to Amy, who was still looking at me curiously. I thought over what to respond with, I saw a space under the passage that Dawn wrote, and started writing.
It was true that I wasn’t really sure why Amy had been fidgeting; it could’ve been because of last night, but it could also be something else. After I finished writing my response, I folded the piece of paper back up and asked the same person who passed it to me earlier to pass it back to Dawn. Dawn read the note and nodded at me, then went back to writing down notes. I assumed they would ask Amy about it after class or maybe after school, so I went back to my notes.
When the bell rang, I saw Dawn quickly stand up and whisper something to Amy that I couldn’t hear. Junie piped up wanting to hear what Amy had to say too.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you pass a note to Moir in the middle of class, Dawn.” Junie declared. “What was that about?”
“It was about Amy, ‘cause I was a little worried.” Dawn replied. “But Moir said I should ask Amy about it.”
Both eyes were on Amy now, and I felt the need to chime in.
“I think you guys might wanna talk about this somewhere private.”
“Y-yeah, you’re right Moir. Let’s go to the hallway quickly before we have to go to our third hour.” Amy faltered.
They quickly left the room and I sat there for a moment, until a chorus of “WHAT”s was heard in the hallway. I made my way to the door and into the hallway, scanning the hall on where the sound came from. There they were, Junie and Dawn. Both eyes were on me already as if they were waiting for me to finally appear on that doorway. Amy looked flustered as ever, I guess they know now.
I didn’t realize how restless I probably looked in algebra class today. After Dawn decided to come to me about it, I finally told them along with Junie.
“I kissed Moir yesterday.”
Their eyes widened in sync and a “WHAT” erupted from both of their mouths, and I was sure Moir heard that too. Moir was still in the classroom, but when he presumably heard the commotion outside he walked out shortly after. Junie and Dawn then both turned to him, and suddenly the ground seemed to sway under my feet. Although, I didn’t pass out. Moir slowly walked over when he saw that my two friends were looking at him. Feeling the warmth of his presence, I wanted to hug him. For a moment, I locked eyes with him but it was quickly interrupted by the second bell. We were surely late now. “Shoot.” uttered Junie, “We have to go now you two, see you later Dawn!” She motioned towards Moir and I, and we all said our goodbyes to Dawn before rushing to our chemistry class.
When we reached the doors to the classroom, Moir slowly opened the door for Junie and I. We quietly walked in, and Moir followed. We thought we were in the clear when we sat down, until our chemistry teacher approached us, handing each of us a detention slip. Junie sighed, Moir looked like he was receiving one for the first time. Unlike Moir however, I was panicking. I’ve never received a detention slip before. Receiving a detention slip in this class also meant a call from home, and I was afraid of what my parents would say. I may not have been in trouble the moment I walked in this class late, but I’m definitely gonna be in a whole world of trouble when I get home.
“What’s wrong?” Moir breathed quietly, looking at me worried.
“It’s nothing.” I murmured a reply, “It’s j-just… I’ve never gotten a detention slip before.”
“Oh trust me, me neither.”
He caressed my shoulder, which made me feel at ease for the time being, but I knew what was coming when I went home.
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