♦︎❦◦She Almost Waited◦❦♦︎

HEY GUYS: I’ve recently had a few little hardships in my personal life as well as having big exams coming up. So for the next week or so, this blog will be extremely low active. Please bare with me as I will definitely be back ASAP (roughly around the 5th of June).

GUYS!!! I saw this on my way home. She’s migrated to my town all the way in AUSTRALIA. 

    Clay of a year ago would have been annoyed by the shenanigans. Complaints would have sounded about the fact that they would have to stay later to clean up the further mess they were making. Clay of today was already reaching a gloved hand into the bag by his side, a “Yes!” sounding as his hand closed around a ball of foil that used to house a hot dog, he balls it up further, standing to launch it her way, eyebrows lifting when his aim actually manages to hit her torso. The Clay of today definitely thought these shenanigans were worth the fact that he would be rushing to do his math at lunch again the next day.

    As he tried to corral most of the popcorn pieces around him, he heard her next shout of triumph. Looking up cautiously, he could only roll his eyes at her find. “Really? You’re like a magnet for those things.” He tied the bag and made his way down the aisle toward her. “iPhone? They leave the default swipe to unlock?” he asked, a small grin teasing the corner of his lips. “Y’know, just to check the contacts to try to see whose it is.”

              With a light laugh, she dismissed his playful antics. ❝ This isn’t over Jensen. ❞ She threatened in a highly joked tone. She couldn’t believe how intensely he was able to distract her from her normal thoughts and feelings of despair. Clay freaking Jensen. What was it? What was his secret? Who knew, but it was something Hannah desperately needed, in LARGE doses. 

Dropping her cleaning devices, she honed all her focus on the phone before her. Walking over towards Clay, she turned on the phone. Shrugging, her curiosity intensified, with her eyes flicking towards him, she unlocked the phone. ❝ Smart thinking Mr. Bond. ❞ After her detective work, she was rather baffled by the owner. ❝ Uh, Justin Foley? I’ve never even seen him come here. ❞

       ❛  You’re out of your FREAKING mind.  ❜

            It was her first day at Riverdale high and nerves were heightened. With a swift turn; she had already collided with the boy before her. Crap. Regaining her footing she prepared herself for the embarrassing aftermath.  ❛ Nice one Hannah. ❜ She mumbled to herself.

The rattling of the lock forced the blonde to turn around, her gaze finding a familiar looking girl. The principal had shown her her picture. Hannah Baker, that was her name. She was new to the city and, as always, Betty was the one appointed to give her a campus tour. Putting on her usual smile, the young girl made her way towards the visibly frustrated brunette.

    ❛ You need to give the lock a little push and then pull it down. I know it can be tricky..  ❜

                         —  ALARMED at the unexpected contact, she exhaled in approval at the blonde’s advice. Doing just as advised, the locker swung open and Hannah thankfully smiled at the girl before her (although, she was slightly embarrassed that her frustrated ways managed to cause enough of a scene to grab someone’s attention). 

❝ Locker 1, Hannah 0. ❞ After putting her grand load of textbooks in her locker, she turned to face the blonde.  ❝ Thanks. ❞

Like this for a thingy when I get back!