chapter eight

Wells pov

I guess I couldn't see her expression right now when I was chatting with her but I was very certain that I did pissed her; I mean I'm not the type that loves annoying girl's or anything like that but I must say she was different from all other girl's who I've chatted with me, some even goes as far as flirting with me right there over the phone while asking for us to meet up like they even ask me out on a date which made me enjoy talking to someone who was different for a change, she rejected my pet name which I gave while also ignoring my text.

I knew for certain she was different though and after dropping my phone I stared at her details which were still with me, I knew I would get to know her more than what our relationship currently was even if I have no reason for returning her guide to her now; cause I felt like if I do I might not see her anymore which I found to be childish though cause we attends the same school where I even know all her classes, I pulled the at the draw in my study desk and placed the guide back into it after which I left for my bed.

I woke up the next morning and quickly left for the bathroom to shower while going through all my activities of the day; and surprisingly I kept wanting to talk with her even if our conversation last night didn't work out nicely yesterday I just wanted to try talking with her again, which I guess I couldn't win against my inner desire and I texted her after leaving the shower while heading towards the kitchen to make a coffee and she seems to be ignoring my text which I found a first for, I texted her one more time before leaving for class and she finally commented which got my mood lighten.

I left my place to meet up with my coach first to discuss about our new strategy about an upcoming coming game between the junior and senior, I do love playing football a lot which made me never gave up on it even if mom wanted me to become a software developer cause she owns a company which was computer based network and does all type of technical stuff, she had tried several times to tell me to leave football which made me come here but I still played from here which I'm certain she knew about it.

After talking with my coach I left for my class even if I really don't like it here I still can't help but want to be here for her; cause I watched mom raised me up all by herself and I really owe her a lot which made me never too head strong about my passion when she tells me about quitting it, all through the class I was clearly lost in my thoughts about talking with Harper who I was still surprised how she gained a spot in my head this quickly and I left for the rest room where I texted her even if she hadn't responded to it I knew she would and I left for me class again much comfortable now.