The Real Me ☾| Zalfie |

Chapter 3.

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My last lesson today was french, I'm in a higher set than all my group so the minute the bell went, I hurried down to the library, as I always do.
It was virtually empty apart from a few of the nerds so I quickly scanned the shelves for a new gripping novel to read.
After a few quick minutes of trying to find a new book, I settled on one that I had already read twice before, but it would do just fine.
I paced out of the library doors whilst trying to shove the book in my tiny handbag that I had to take to school, not looking where I was going. The next thing I new I had crashed into some one and my book was on the floor.
I looked up at a tall boy standing in front of me, he also had two books in his hand, he reached down and grabbed my book and shoved it in my bag.
"Wait, your Zoë Sugg aren't you?" He murmured,
"Yes thats me" I sighed,
"You read books?"
"No" I huffed,
"So then why did you just run into the library, grab a book and shove it in your bag, presumably hiding it?" He cleverly stated,
"Okay, I might read a bit but don't tell any of your friends" I sharply whispered, as I stared to walk away,
"I don't have any to tell" I heard him whisper back,
How did he not have friends? He was rather good looking, but I always had to over look the nerds in order to stay with my group.
I quickly turned round and grabbed his arm,
"What's your name?" I questioned,
"Alfie Deyes, why?" He answered back,
"Just wondering!" I eagerly replyed.
I raced down the corridor and walked my way back home.