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Chapter #11
Restless
by: Unknown
"So.. you ready?" Luis asks, digging his hands into his pockets and sauntering forward.
Hannah flinches. Was that lopsided grin a result of spending time with Yasmine? She takes a deep breath and walks forward, quickly falling into step with Luis.
"Yeah.. so, what do you think we should see?" she says, trying in vain to meet his eyes and reignite the spark she knew they had.
"Um.. what about Restless?"
Hannah turns, feeling slightly surprised. I thought I knew Luis. she thinks. She knows a Luis that would have immediately fired back Hannah's question with an impish smile and an affectionate shove.
"Well?"
"Uh yeah, sure, why not? Not that into action though. I guess you know that."
"Yep." Luis offers a smile and a nod, then nonchalantly slips his phone out of his pocket. "Yasmine recommended it."
Yasmine recommended it. Hannah swallows the words she wants to say- words that would subtly insult Yasmine.
Luis's phone bleeps, before blurting out an obnoxious tune. Hannah bites her lip hard. A song she hates. A song her sister used to play on a loop. A mindless melody with squeaky vocals. A song he knows she hates.
Then he turns away slightly, tapping words quickly into his phone, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as if he was concentrating hard.
"Who is it?" Hannah doesn't want to know.
"Yaz."
Yaz. He calls her Yaz.
"So." Hannah sighs, as they turn a corner, away from Luis' street. "Yasmine." she stretched out the name. "She seemed pretty nice."
They turn the corner of Luis's street.
"Yeah, she's cool."
He begins tapping more words into the message, then with a push of a button sends it into Yasmine's hands.
"So, what were you guys studying?" Hannah asks. Another dull question.
"Oh, y'know." Another couple of letters appear on the screen. "Some science and history."
All I want is for him to speak to me without me asking him something. Hannah thinks in frustration.
"I think I recognise her from somewhere."
She doesn't. Who cares if I lie? All I want is a reply that doesn't sound like it's coming from a stone!
Luis turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket. "Oh, really? Where?"
Hannah chews her lip, unsure. Should I? She opens and closes her mouth, hesitant, feeling slightly pathetic. How could she ever do that to Luis?
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