I made it back to my history class, where I noticed Indigo sitting in her seat. She gave me a cocky smile. "Beatcha!" she cheered, following a small laugh. I forced a small smile, still bearing some guilt from reading her diary. Speaking of... If I give it back to her, what will she think? The moment I give it to her AND the moments after that? I mean, she can't possibly think of me as a diary reader, right? I didn't read much of anything, just tried searching for if she had some sort of crush, which I felt stupid, but hopefully, just maybe, she won't think too big.
I let out a nervous chuckle. "Hey, Indi-"
"Afternoon, Blitz." said a voice from behind me.
"Oh, a-afternoon, Mr. Goetz." I said as I turned around to face him, staring at a nice stack of papers, possibly schoolwork for us. I was about to face Indigo, but soon after, Goetz looked at me.
"Go to your seat, please." he asked. I did as he said. I looked at Indigo, who still seemed to be her usual self, at least from what I've seen recently. Pretty cocky, little cheery, seemed as if her whole spiel about Sand Man dropped. Thankfully, that's what I wanted. I looked down, seeing the diary cover in view, the words, 'Indigo Zap', staring right back at me.
'Gotta give this back, somehow...' I thought in my head. 'Maybe right now?' All of a sudden, kids rushed in, like literally, ten just got right in. 'Piss! I think it won't be good to do it now. Might make a scene, and if anything, don't want that to happen. Damn, I'm worrying too much.' I scratched my head, looking back at the crowd of students, Indigo, looking through some book about athletes, and then at the still diary.
I continued this cycle until finally, some student accidentally fell in the hallways, spilling her books, which snapped me out of it. Looking straight at Indigo, Mr. Goetz was at the board, jotting down words on our history lesson. I let out a quiet sigh, held my head, and decided it'd be probably best to give it back at the end of class. If not, well... I'll find some sort of way, cause no way this diary was going to be in my backpack and sit in the corner of my room for a night.
So, I hid the diary well and made sure nobody caught sight of it, as I have previously done. As I listened to Goetz go on about how politics worked back then, I looked at Indigo and had a fear of giving the diary to her. I don't know if she even noticed her diary was missing. I thought about just putting it in her locker or something, but I don't think it'll be smooth. One: need the combination, and two: teachers will know what is and what isn't your locker. Not risking it.
There's no other way to really give it to her, had to be at the end of class. What would she think? Just a little flustered and surprised from me having her diary, along with a 'thank you'? An angry look or glare? What about afterwards? I don't know how important privacy is to Indigo, but I'm guessing that Indigo's privacy is very essential. I focused more on the lesson, which I should be doing, but damn... Indigo better take this nicely, or my ass is grass.
Alright... The bell rung and everyone immediately bolted towards the door and got out of here. The room almost became vacant within seconds, as I slowly got my stuff. Indigo tried to join the fast crowd, but some of her stuff almost slipped out of her pile that she was holding together. I took this to my advantage, and walked up to her.
"Hey, Indi- Woah!" Her history book fell off, but I caught with one hand.
Indigo lightly blushed in embarrassment. "Oh, heh, sorry." I handed it back to her, and she replied, "Thanks."
I cleared my throat. "Uh, hey, Indigo." I said again after being once interrupted. "Uh, say, you... missing something?"
Indigo tilted her head in confusion. "Hmm..." She looked at her pile of books and papers, which was absolutely disastrous, but she shrugged. "I don't know. Why ask?"
I reached in my folder, hand nervously shaking while I tried to grab the diary. "Cause you..." I quickly grabbed the diary and thrust it towards her. "Droppedthisinthehallway." I spoke quickly, hopefully not gibberishly.
Indigo saw the book in my hand, at first confused, but then noticed what it was. The little stickers in the corners, and the obvious giveaway, her name. Her diary. She took a little step back, probably cause I almost jabbed her in the chest with the book. "Hey... That's my-"
"Diary." I answered, feeling a burn in my cheeks and multiple pumps in my chest. "I-It fell off you in the hallway a couple of classes ago, and I couldn't give it back to you during the passing periods, s-so I-"
"You didn't read it, did you?" she said with a tone of very held-back anger.
I shook my head violently, then said, "No, not at all!" She narrowed her eyes, trying to see if I was lying, but she didn't see it. At least, I think...
She took the diary from my hands and held it close. "You better not have..." A small smile formed for a second. "But thanks, I guess." She quickly set down her pile and looked through the pages to make sure nothing was messed up in any way. "Alright... I'm trusting that you didn't read anything in my diary."
"Don't worry, I didn't read a single thing in it." I told her. "And nobody else read it, either."
She brought up her usual grin. "Good." She lightly chuckled. "Would've had to deal with ya."
I didn't say a word, just brought up the smile, trying to get the situation over with so I could let it all blow over. I stepped a bit away, heading towards the open doorway. "Well, see ya!" I said, then springing for it. I looked back, seeing Indigo just stand there. I really hoped that nothing is going to happen that revolves around that diary. I still held guilt, but I felt like I shouldn't.
Suddenly, I remembered: boxing. Shit, my boxing course! We needed to report to Coach as bell rings! I bolted to my locker, getting my stuff situated for the day, and made way to the ring. Leading me to meeting the man who I've figured would've been a dream for Indigo: Sand Man. Oh boy...