The next morning, Delilah did her daily morning routine before school. She put minimal makeup on, just some mascara and lip balm, and wore some random clothes in her closet; a pair of dark-wash jeans, green converse, and a lavender tanktop with a cream cardigan on top. She pulled a brush through her long brown waves and sprinted down the stairs, eating before going off to school.<br/><br/>The school day went by relatively quickly, as other thoughts were clouding Delilah's mind during the lessons.<br/><br/>'I wonder if he liked the cupcake.'<br/>'Was he just being nice, or is he really coming back?'<br/>'What happened to his eye?'<br/>'He was... so... tall...'<br/>'Why do I even care? Do your Maths, Delilah.'<br/><br/>But Delilah was so far gone in her thought land that she didn't even realise she wasn't in the maths lesson; they were doing History.