He gulped, looking down at the table. ''I'm just a nobody, I guess.'' he whispered, like he was embarrassed to admit it.
A smirk appeared on my lips. ''Welcome to the club.''
He laughed faintly, lacing his fingers together on the table. ''I didn't think you were the ironic type, Emma Bourne.''
I raised my eyebrows suspiciously. ''how do you know my name?''
He looked up at me. ''I'm in almost all of your classes.''
''you are? oh.'' I furrowed my eyebrows as I unsuccessfully tried to remember him.
He laughed again. ''Don't worry, basically everyone from school don't know who I am.''
''I'm not like them, though.'' I mumbled so quietly that I almost thought he hadn't heard me. But he did.
''I know you're not.'' He stated, looking directly at me with so much intensity that made me have to look away.
//
It was already dark when I got home.
My parents were the owners of a successful chain of international hotels that was present in many cities all over the world so we were pretty wealthy and consequently, our house was pretty huge- like a mansion some would say.
I walked over to my front door without any rush and got in, closing the door behind me.
The smell of food almost instantly filled my nostrils and when I entered the dining room, I saw Lucy setting three plates down on the big table.
''hi, Lucy.'' I said, setting my bag down on a couch in the living room that was connected to the dinning room.
''hello, sweetheart. How was school?'' she asked the usual question, not even looking up at me.
''normal, it was normal.'' I shrugged, giving her the same answer as usual.
''That's good. Dinner will be ready in a few.'' She informed me distractedly, walking back into the kitchen.
I nodded even though she couldn't see me.
Neither Lucy, my mom or Andrew, my dad, had ever really bothered to spend much time with me. When I was young I used to tell myself it was because of how busy their company and their trips kept them but now, I was not so sure.
I climbed up the stairs two steps at a time, making my way to my room.
If you ever entered my room by an accident it was possible you could mistake it for the office. Why? Because the first thing you'd probably lay your eyes on were books. Books everywhere. My room was more an office than a bedroom, to be honest. Not that I was complaining.
My bedroom was really big and the walls were all covered with bookshelves that were filled with hundreds of books I had accumulated over the years. In the middle of the room there was a wooden coffee table with a bouquet of flowers in a jar on top of it. Lucy insisted to put those there so that the room looked, and I quote, 'more welcoming and a bit more girly'.
There was also a flat-screen TV, that I sincerely didn't use much, hanging on the wall on top of a fireplace, and a couple very comfortable cushioned armchairs whose plain beige color went very well with the dark-wooden shelves and table. My bed was in the right side of the room.
My room basically looked like it was taken from an old movie or a museum. Believe me, I've been told that.
I sighed, throwing my bag on the floor next to the door.
I plopped down on one of the armchairs and rubbed my eyes tiredly with the back of my hand.
Then after a couple minutes, I lazily stood up and walked over to the shelves, running my finger trough the books while I scanned their titles, searching for one in particular.
I stopped on my tracks when I read 'Lord of the flies.' I carefully took the copy out and after admiring the old version of the cover for a few seconds, I sat back down in the same armchair as before and read until Lucy shouted for me to come down to dinner.
//
Here's an update for you guys aye.
Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for everybody who's reading this and I want to wish you all a very Happy Easter. 😚
Also, I wanted to say I published the prologue for mine and diamander 's new story that is called The Breakfast Club and is inspired and based on the movie The Breakfast Club. So if you are interested, I really think you should go check it out! ( it's in my account )
Thank youuu
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Nobodies [ a. irwin ]
Fanfic''Nobody knows who we are. Nobody sees us. That's why we're nobodies.'' // In which a boy and a girl who were practically invisible meet.