“Five more minutes, I swear. Please? I’m not done editing yet.” This short film was going to be a masterpiece, and Rachael was in the zone. Even as she speaks, she’s still clicking away, typing shortcut commands into the keyboard. “Don’t look!”
Rachael can’t help but daydream during class. And despite the fact that her school had strict rules against cell phone usage during the whole day (zero tolerance policy!) she pulls it out of her pocket and begins typing even as the teacher continues to rattle on. I miss your kisses, the text message reads. Can’t wait for this weekend. The mix of adrenaline at concealing something so taboo and the rush Rachael feels whenever she so much as thinks of Audrey already has her cheeks redder than an apple. She bites her lips to keep from grinning and quickly slips the phone back into her pocket.
Audrey found herself staring at the girl who sat beside her. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary. It was just she was so damn beautiful even if she couldn’t manage to see that herself. It wasn’t hard to get distracted. “You’re really gorgeous when you smile you know. You’re beautiful all the time but your smile has to be my favourite thing.” Audrey murmured, completely forgetting what they were talking about in the first place.
As soon as she feels her cheeks grow hot, an abashed Rachael lowers her gaze, letting a curtain of hair fall over her face. She murmurs something about Audrey needing glasses, then laughs. It’s not true–Rachael’s never felt beautiful–and after all, the only one who says so is the girl she’s dating. It’s likely she’s only saying that to make her feel better. “What about you?” asks Rachael, gladly moving the spotlight to the other girl. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
