He threw the chocolate on the bus and we exited the bus.
Our whole group gathered and we began walking to the place where you purchase a ticket.
“Fast pass or regular,” The man at the desk asked.
“Fast pass,” we all said.
We all passed one by one, each paying for ourselves.
When we walked in there was a bunch of plants, followed by a bathroom, after the bathrooms, you got the small shops.
All of us continued walking until we reached the parade. It was quite enjoyable.
There were many Disney princesses and princes. Ariel, Moana, Else, etc.
The parade finished about 30 minutes later and we all decided to go on a few rides.
“First, the Pirates!” I shouted and everyone cheered as they rushed toward the direction of the ride.
When we got there we entered the FastPass line and began walking down.
After a bit, we finally reached where the conductor was stationed.
“How many?” the Disneyland employee said sticking out his hand in front of the skinny brown-headed regular pass boy, indicating stop.
“We are 8,” Harper said, as she looked around and recounted all of us.
Saf, Kingsley, Me, Harper, Tia, Nic, Grant, and Cleo.
I let out a sigh of relief knowing I wouldn’t get left-back.
The employee directed us toward the little boat.
Saf and Harper sat in the front, Kingsley and Grant in the second row, then Nic and … oh shit.
I got into the seat and Nic followed behind. As the boat began to move, everywhere got darker. I was getting scared, but chose to play it off.
I was next to Nic, not Kingsley, so I had to suck up my fears and keep quiet. I shifted closer to the edge of the boat seat, and nearer to the water.
Nic noticed.
Lights flashed, pirates moved about, birds sang, it was amazing.
I began getting so dark, I feared something would come out of the water.
I shifted back into the dear, turned my head the opposite direction of Nic, and placed my hand on the space next to me.
I wanted to take a picture but they had announced no photography allowed.
“Kingsley,” I whispered, trying to get his attention.
No luck.
I could barely see the people in front of me by this point. I decided to let my anxiety go and just enjoy the ride. I sat fully back, and sat as if I were with a good friend. Not tense, not too close, just normal.
I felt a hand over my shoulder and another grabbing my hand in the space between Nic and me.
I closed my eyes and took a large gulp. I pushed his hand off my shoulder and moved to the edge of the seat.
Chapter 12
Monday morning and I couldn’t, well, didn’t want to go to school.
Disneyland was great, but a killer on the feet. I don’t know what, or better question how, I am going to avoid Nic or get him to stop.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted his attention for a long, long, long time. But when he is with Harper? No thanks. I’d also rather not want to ruin my friendship with all these amazing people I’ve met. Saf, Cleo, Grant, is Jonas. God, it would hurt.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I looked over my shoulder and saw my phone ringing.
Harper.
My heart began pounding.
“Oh shit,” I shouted kick in the side of my bed.
I picked up the phone letting out a long and deep sigh.
I answered-
“Hello,” I said in the fakest, most perky voice of the century.
“Hey! Why aren’t you at school? I have a-,” I cut her off.
“Harp, I’m sick,” I said faking a cough.
“Oh my god. Don’t worry, after school, I’ll bring you my organi-,”
“Harper,” I said.
“What?”
“Harper!”
“What?”
“It’s okay. You’re a great friend to me, but I truly would just love to be alone. Plus, I don’t have an appetite, and I don’t want to waste a good meal,” I said in a way that made my nose sound stuffy.
“Oh… well, sorry, feel better. See you when you come back,” Harper said gloomily, cutting the phone.
I exited the phone app on my phone and went onto Instagram.
I opened it to the navigation page and type in an N.
Immediately his page popped up.
I scrolled through this feed on Instagram and noticed something truly odd.
ALL the pictures of him and Harper has been deleted. His bio still said taken though?
I scrolled up and refreshed his page.
A NEW POST.
It was a picture. He was in surfer wear. Hair drenched to the side by water. His eyes glowing in the sun, and a surfboard in his left hand.
I scrolled down a little further to get a view of his caption.
As I began reading his caption, my heart fastened, my hands began to sweat, and my mouth became dry.
“People you’ve never noticed. They come into your life and make you question life. They come in when you need them. They make you question yourself. They even make you love again. My heart had been stolen, and now I’ve been awoken.”
I refreshed his picture two more times to see if he would change the caption.
Nope.
I referenced a third time, but this time a comment appeared.
It was Harper.
“Oh my god! I love you! Why didn’t you come to school? Oh you’re surfing! Call me! Xoxo, Harper,” she typed.
I refreshed a last time. More comments flooded in and I decided to look at them.
I scrolled all the way to the top to view Harper’s comment again.
It was gone.
I left the comment section and refreshed the picture one last time.
Harper has commenters again, but not a lovey-dovey comment.. a kinda confused, angry one.
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