gloves | vinnie hacker

19.

Naomi Montana.

I blew a tired breath from between my lips, staring at the endless materials on my living room floor with my hands on my cloth-covered hips. We had more than enough, and I was sure of it.

I take a seat on the floor, criss-cross apple sauce, like grade school. I grab my notebook containing my notes from class, and get neon colored index cards, which I then begin filling up. The blonde watches me as I do so, but ultimately decides to join me. Which I am thankful for, because if he didn't help I woild definitely be informing our teacher.

We continue to work in silence for about a couple of hours, writing, cutting, glueing and repeating. I'm slowly growing more and more tired, but I just want to get this over with so that I don't have to worry about it anymore, and by the the silence from the boy sitting across from me, I can tell he does too.

We had got a lot done, but still had a few important things missing that were on the grading rubric but it was starting to get late, and we both had school the next day, and although Coach Rusell had thankfully cancelled practixe for tomorrow morning, I still wanted to make sure I got to class on time. Being late wouldn't be a good look for me.

"It's getting kind of late, your parents don't get worried about where you are?" I ask, breaking the long-time silence. He shifts his gaze from the note card he was working on to me.

"Not really." He stays emotionless, returning his attention to the pink note card in between his calloused fingers.

"Oh." I muttered. My parents always said it was rude to kick people out of the house, but my patience was slowly growing thin. I was exhausted, and my body was just about ready to give out on me. I had been up since four in the morning, I was ready to just pss out on my bed. I stretch my arms outwards, a small yawn exiting my lips causing my eyes to catch a small fill of tears in them.

Vinnie notices, and I'm glad he does, hoping he would catch the slight hint.

He does.

Thankfully.

"But I am getting kind of tired, so I think I'm just gonna start heading home." He says, a solid quickness evident in his tone, almost as if he feels, dare I say it, bad?

He pushes himself off the floor, and I do the same, getting ready to walk him to my door. He stretches his long arms out, probably releasing tension from be in the same position from so long. Although stretching limbs out after being in one place for a while is normal, my stupid brain couldn't help but make it even a little bit provocative, almost immediately catching a sight of his v line. Tattooed lines peeking out of his pants that always seemed to do a poor job of staying appropriately around his hips.

"Oh, okay. Are you free tomorrow?" I quickly ask, not wanting to make my staring apparent yet my abruptness gives me away and earns me an amused look from the blonde. "T-to finish the project, of course."

He chuckles. He's enjoying this.

Ugh, what an embarassment.

"I can't tomorrow." He answers, stepping over to grab his car keys from the coffee table. I don't bother pressing for the why, or what, because I know he would only give me some dumb vague answer.

"The project is due Friday, so how's Wednesday? We still need to memorize our presentation points."

God, I sound like such a nerd.

He administers a slight smirk, one that I've grown to both hate and, much to my dismay, secretly enjoy.

But I'd never admit that out loud.

He ponders for a moment, trying to remember if he has plans for that day, and after a couple of dreadfully long seconds, he finally supplies me with an answer.

"Sounds good."

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I would never admit it out loud, with everyone being so political and all, but I do believe that women are the superior gender.

Scratch that.

I would admit it out loud.

I've always kinda known I felt this way, but I didn't really ponder on it until I woke up this morning and began to get ready to start my day. Brushing out my heinous bed head that had sprouted from the wet hair I went to sleep with just so that I could do a slight blow out, taking my time even though I knew it would get a little messed up from cheer practice.

I didn't care.

I enjoyed routine. In fact, I believe every girl does.

The simple act of getting ready to go somewhere, doing my hair, makeup, and picking out an outfit had a calming effect on me. It acted as a cheap therapy, and that's what I liked about it. The femininity within was something that a man could just never understand.

In fact, they ridiculed us for it.

I guess I'd be a little jealous too, if I never got to pamper myself for a little peace of mind.

I dip my brush into my blush, one that was way too expensive for my liking. Nonetheless, I brushed it on to my cheeks, flashing a closed lip smile to accentuate the apple of my cheeks.

I decided to add a little bit of shimmer on my eyelids for today, I needed a little excitement to push me through the day. I grabbed one of my black brushes that belonged to a makeup set my godparents gave me two birthdays ago. Tapping into a pink glimmer shade into one of the palletes that sat on my vanity amd blending it into my eye lids.

To top off my subtle eyeshadow look, I added a very minimal winged liner to my eyes. So subtle that you could hardly see it, but to me it made all the difference.

I added a bit of the shimmer one my nose and cheeks to act as a highlighter, before applying my signature ruby lip tint, along with a lip gloss. As Serena Van Der Woodsen once said, Lipstick lasts longer but gloss is more fun.

And I live by that.

I slip on the outfit I picked out last night, before I had trudged off to bed. A pair of pink corduroy pants, paired with a white shirt and my favorite platform Vans.

I was feeling very pink today, if it wasn't obvious.

I grab my wallet and keys, and pick my backpack off of my bedroom floor and slip onto my shoulders. In my backpack I carried the usual school things; computer, a couple notebooks, and a pencil bag along I make sure to turn off the lights in my room before heading downstairs and out to my car.

I was in a pretty good mood this morning, and I was hopeful for it to continue this way the rest of the day.

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SO SHORT I KNOW

but atleast i updated 😇

sorry for the semi slow updates ive been busy with college applications and stuff SORRY