At last! I had finally finished all my assignments! I had approved the Photo Club's web layout, the Book Club's latest reviews and 'must reads' as well as all my homeworks. I looked back at my english essay and smiled. Wuthering Heights was definitely growing on me. I had a good feeling about this one. I closed all the files, notebooks, and folders and set them in an organised pile beside my satchel. I looked at my watch. It read 10:45. Walking over to the book shelf I lifted my favourite book, "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" and then sauntered over the sofa in the corner of my vacuous room. I sprawled myself out and sighed contently as I opened the book and began to read. Suddenly my phone buzzed. Skipping over to my desk again I looked down at the caller i.d and my heart skipped a beat. It was Greer. Even after nearly nine months of dating he still managed to give me butterflies. I answered it immediately.
"Hello?" I asked, trying to remain nochalant. "Hey sweetie", he crooned, and the butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach. "So what are you up to?" he asked, his soft, yet deep voice resonating into the core of my bones. "Nothing much, just finished my homework. What about you?" I asked breathlessly while I paced up and down my room. "Anouk! You have just finished your homework? It's nearly eleven at night. Jeez. Josh is currently playing the Xbox. You work too much sweetie", he remonstrated tenderly. I sighed, he always said this. Why was it such a problem? "You know I only care for your well being honey, don't you?" he whispered. "Yeah, I know, but I just wanted everything out of the way. I usually tutor Josh on History tomorrow, and frankly we need all the time we can get", and I laughed. Greer laughed too, "He is bad at it I have to admit". "What are you up to?" I asked. There was silence for a moment, and then I heard the clicking of the keys on his laptop. "Greer?" I inquired. "Huh?" he replied. I laughed, "I said, what are you up to?" "Oh, just on msn, chatting". "Oh" I sighed. Despite all the knee trembling and butterflies he gave me all our phonecalls usually ended up like this. Me listening to him on msn, and laughing at whatever someone had typed. I took a seat on my bed, racking my brains for something to say. "How was school?" I asked, and then suddenly felt stupid. "Oh, it was crap! As usual. What about you?" he asked, but he sounded vague. "It was quite good actually", I replied, trying as best as I could to get a decent reply out of him. "You always say that Anouk. It's because you're a nerd", he sniggered. I felt like my stomach had fallen out of my butt. I was upset, I didn't want to talk to him. While trying to maintain my dignity, and keeping the stinging tears out of my eyes I replied, "Greer, I'm wiped. I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow at school", and then I hung up on him. God, he was such an idiot sometimes.
Having already taken my make-up hours ago I only had to get my pyjamas on. I quickly changed, and then, like I always did, looked out the window across the street to Josh's window. The light was on, and I could the shadow of his figure on his bed. I smiled, I had hardly any time to talk to him today. Talking to Josh daily was like breathing to me. I smiled at his retreating figure towards his ensuite, and when his light went out, I put out mine.