“Hades, you cannot keep popping up wherever you see me… jeez.” I groan.
Yanking the door open, it blocks his entire body out of my view. Blissful relief floods my tummy followed closely by panic.
I use the few seconds to gather my scrambled thoughts and get myself together. I throw some books in there and grab my notepads for the day, stuffing them inside my bag. Careful not to squash my sandwich with them. Once I am done, I check my reflection in the mirror.
Nothing is out of place. I tuck a stray hair behind my ear.
My shirt has a crease on the bottom; I bite my lips in annoyance. Shaking my head I ignore it and reapply my lip gloss. The pink liquid glides over my lips, pouting into the mirror. I look cute.
Sometimes, I wonder why I am not more like Emily, Emma and Erica and why I
