Pins and Needles

Chapter 7

I neared Maeve, finally hopping to a stop when I had a full view of her face.

The girl looked me up and down with a slight quirk in her brow, "Oh? Welcome. I didn't think I would beat you here, but you always disappear before class so why should I be surprised?" She asked, seeming to be under the weather. I concluded it to be Mr. Peters' doing, so I didn't push.

"Had to keep up the trend, right? Although, I don't think it will stay in place for much longer."

"Hm? Why's that?"

I shook my head, "Just... grew tired of it I guess? It sounds stupid, so don't worry about it," I finished, unable to prevent the smirk that crossed my cheeks.

While I was disappointed that I couldn't go to the bathroom anymore, I was in too good of a mood to dwell on it then.

"And another thing, why are you so chipper? I've never seen you this excited before," Maeve probed.

I breathed, "You're the second person to ask me that in the past 10 minutes. Do I really look that happy? Sorry then, I won't smile."

"That's not what I meant and you know it!"

I put my hands up in defense, avoiding her nasty glower. Maeve swung her head around and pouted, but straightened right back up in a split second. I watched as she turned back around and started swatting at me. My eyebrows creased, and I got a handle on the girl's hands before she poked my eye out.

"Jesus, woman! What is it?"

Maeve giggled and pointed in the distance, "You got a stalker."

I followed her finger, noticing that she was motioning to a guy standing across the room. Not just any guy; however, it was Dean. I was beginning to think that stalker was an accurate trait for him.

Suddenly, the boy turned around and rubbed the back of his head before walking off to join a group of guys.

I frowned, "Why does he do that? It's so weird; just come over if you wanna talk to me."

Maeve laughed fairly loud, "Ha! Oh, poor Angel, you don't get it. He obviously likes you. With that, it makes it difficult for him to face you 'cause you probably make him flustered."

"What? That doesn't make any sense, I barely know him."

Maeve dropped her hand onto my shoulder, "Angel, it doesn't matter. Feelings can develop over time or they can hit you like a train. They're unpredictable, so you can't blame him for acting that way. You've never experienced a human emotion before, so I don't expect you to understand."

I rolled my eyes, "You're dramatic."

"I'm not! Plus, I saw how he acted around you at the rink. He definitely likes you," Maeve said, a very faint look of discontent flashing across her face. I brushed it off though; I was probably misinterpreting things.

I looked back over at the boy, a bit more intrigued than before. Dean likes me? Didn't he just have a girlfriend? I didn't know people could move on that quickly, and to a random person, nonetheless.

It didn't add up, him liking me could not be accurate. The stars just weren't aligning, so I thought of another reason for his false affection. Maybe it's an ulterior motive. Maybe he wants to get close to me so he could get closer to Maeve...

    I couldn't let that happen.

    "I don't believe you. It's impossible."

    Maeve sighed sadly, "Angel, you don't give yourself enough credit. You are beautiful; it would be difficult not to fall for you."