Crazy for you

Interest

Tom's POV

This morning Ciara had woken up in a rush to get ready for some odd reason. I trailed behind her as we walked to school, truthfully she was speed walking causing me to do the same. Aside from that I secretly hoped she knew I was watching her.

Right when she entered the large building known as St. brooks high she disappeared between hundreds of other students. She makes things so much harder for me but I do not mind the chase.

It took me forever to relocate her, eventually when I did she happened to be walking my way.

I stopped in my tracks and instantly turned back around. I know I said I wanted her to find out but not like this.

Suddenly I was pulled into an empty hallway. My first instinct was to slam the person that grabbed me against a wall, well that was before realizing it was my gorgeous girl.

"I've been looking for you." She said with a smile, still holding my bicep.

"Why?" Fuck me.. her soft hands are so addictive.

"I wanted to ask if you'd like to hang out sometime?"

"Why have you suddenly gained an interest in me Ciara?"

She shrugged, tilting her head she let go of my arm before turning around to walk down the hall. She was not going to leave that easily.

I grabbed her wrist, making her stop in her tracks, "Use your words."

The shocked look on her face amused me, damn right baby.

"Uh I never see you around people." Did she notice me? I let go of her wrist.

"Everyone is just worried about being popular." She shrugged once again, "You seem different and you're smart so that's a bonus. I love smart people their big brains are beautiful."

She continued speaking in a nervous tone, "You seem nice so I thought we could become friends? Or not if you- oh god actually no never mind this is so weird."

I shook my head, "No I agree Ciara we should become more than just acquaintances."

Ciara's POV

I've liked Tom for so long it's starting to get out of hand, I'm like a boiling pot of soup that's about to overflow. He could ask me out in a fucking sewer drain next to pennywise and I would accept in a heartbeat.

It was last year, the rain was pouring like crazy as I watched Tom walking around the courtyard from afar. He had stumbled over a rock, me being the kind person I am, I immediately got up and rushed over to help him collect the soaked papers that had fallen.

The second we made eye contact I knew I was done for. Sadly I don't see him that much and when I do someone or something is always getting in the way of my moment to admire him.

"You're a bit odd." Tom's eyebrow arched in confusion.

"You barely use contractions when you speak." I explained.

"I see no use for them, is that a problem Ciara? Would you like me to start using them?"

"No it makes you unique I was just intrigued I guess."

"You intrigue me as well may I have your phone number? I enjoy conversating with you."

He likes talking to me I'm going to pass out.

I nod pulling out my phone I hand it to him. He hands me his as well, I save my name simply as Ciara. Maybe one day it could change.

I hand Tom his phone back, he gave me back mine as well. He quickly typed something before putting his phone away.

"This was... fun." The word 'fun' doesn't seem like it would fit in his vocabulary.

I smile, "Yea I agree to stand in a hallway while exchanging numbers with a friend is always fun."

"Normally I do not enjoy sarcasm but from you I actually quite enjoy it."

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Tom's POV

Although Ciara is now considering me as a friend that will not stop me from doing my usual routine of following her to and from School.

Today was slightly different. I followed her home and sat in the tree outside her bedroom window, she practically ran through her bedroom door as she pulled out her phone. She began typing with a large smile plastered across her face.

Who the fuck is she texting?

Before I could get any more angry my phone pinged.

Blossom<333: I'm glad we're more than acquaintances now :)

I may or may not have changed her contact name... she is not just Ciara to me she is my blossom, my princess- no scratch that.

She is my queen.

At that moment I smiled happily knowing my blossom was growing fond of me.

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