Wishing For You DISCONTINUED

Chapter Three

Chapter Three of Wishing For You:

 A/N: I know, I know, I’m FINALLY updating! Please don’t kill me for taking so long…

 I arrive back in the lobby and head to the door marked ‘Library’. The beanbag the boy was sitting in was now deserted and I felt myself deflate slightly.

 I stepped through the door and almost gasped in astonishment at the sight before me. Row upon row of books were scattered around the room and there were loads of beanbags, cushions and armchairs dotted amongst the rows. On one wall there were a couple of desks with computers on them.  A sign above them read ‘Free Wi-Fi’. I was definitely going to be spending quite a lot of time in here.

 I walked towards the row of books containing Classics. As I started browsing the shelves for any books that interested me, I heard a small, sharp intake of breath. I jumped and looked around me but I couldn’t see anyone. I heard a rustling of paper and something that sounded like someone getting up. I still couldn’t see anyone!

 I stood still and silent, just listening. I had always been told that I had a good sense of hearing, and now was the time to put that to the test. Once again, I heard papers rustling.

 Gradually, someone’s body came into view from behind a thick, floor-length velvet curtain draped across what I had initially thought was an ordinary window but turned out to have a seat with cushions draped on it. The window faced out into the courtyard but it was so dark I could only see the outlines of the trees.

 My eyes widened as the person’s face eventually came into sight. It was the boy.

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were there!” I stammered.

 The boy stared at me for a moment before replying, “It’s okay.”

 He continued to stare at me so I decided to stare back, taking in all of his features. He was very pale, but not in an ill way. His hair was messy and black and fell into his eyes, which were an even more dramatic green than I had first thought and were lined with black eyeliner. He had full, soft-looking lips with a lip ring. He was wearing a black shirt with long sleeves, black skinny jeans, and bulky black boots. 

 I looked back up at his face and was surprised to see that he had a very small smile on his face. He soon went back to a blank expression when he noticed me looking at him. I could practically feel the pain coming from him. Not physical pain, but psychological pain.

 “What’s your name?” I asked, quietly.

 “What does it matter?” He looked down at the floor, frowning.

  “I suppose it doesn’t, but I’m Alice” I said, holding out a hand.

 He took it with one of his warm, calloused hands and we shook hands.

 “Nice to meet you, Alice,” He murmured, taking away his hand.

 “Now that you know my name, do I get to know yours?”

 “Not yet,” He snapped, but he looked slightly amused.

 “Fine,” I huffed, but I smiled whilst doing it. 

 I looked down at my hands. My black nail polish was chipped; I would re-do it later on.

 I turned around and went back to looking at the books. I couldn’t see anything of interest so I turned back around to face the boy. He had sat back down on the window seat and was watching me intently, his striking eyes analysing me from underneath his dark hair.

 “What are you looking for?” He asked me.

 “Nothing specific, I just want to find a good book that I haven’t read before. What were you reading?”

 “I wasn’t. I was drawing.”

 “What were you drawing?” I questioned, interested.

 “The view,” he nodded his head towards the window.

 “May I see?” I said hopefully.

 He shook his head and seemed to retreat back into his mind. “No.”

 “Oh, okay. I’m sorry.”

 He shook his head again, and took a step back.

 “Are you okay?” I asked.

 “I’m fine,” he said in a harsh tone.  Then he sighed and took a step forwards again, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I just don’t like people seeing my drawings.”

 “I understand,” I said, “I shouldn’t even have asked. We’ve only just met, I shouldn’t pry.”

 “No, you shouldn’t. But everyone does. If I were you, I would have too.”

 I thought about what he had just said for a moment. It was true. No matter what, people always pried where they weren’t supposed to even if they knew it was wrong. I wonder why…

I looked down at my watch and gasped at the time. It’s half past midnight!

 “Woah, I didn’t realise the time!”

 He looks down at his own watch and swears quietly. On his face is an expression that suggests he’s thinking about something. He looks up at me and opens his mouth as if to say something but then closes it again like he had thought better of it. He goes back to intensely thinking and then looks at me again.

 “I don’t suppose you would like to go get a coffee, or something?” He says; an adorable blush settling on his cheeks. He started to fiddle with the bottom of his sleeves.

 Should I say yes? I didn’t even know his name! He seemed sincere, but he might have just been a really good actor.

 I decided to agree, “Sure, I would love to.”

 “You would?” He seemed genuinely surprised.

 “Yes! But where are we going? Is anywhere open?”

 “Don’t worry; I know a place,” he paused for a moment, “And no, I’m still not telling you my name.” He then stuck his tongue out at me playfully and walked out into the lobby, motioning for me to follow.

 We walked outside into the cool, crisp night’s air. I shivered. Luckily we weren’t walking, he called a taxi for us and it arrived within a matter of minutes.

 We got in and he told the driver where we were going. It was a place called The Melodic Mug. The driver gave us a funny look, clearly judging us on our appearances, but after a moment he nodded and started to drive.

A/N: I know it’s short, but it’s something! Next update will be soon, I promise <3 

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