You don't even want me

5.

[Camille]

I was sitting in the library of the school, were I would sit often to read a book and simply be alone to get my mind off things. My eyes smoothly traced over the words and pages were turned at a steady pace, my mind enjoying Horowitz's story and the peaceful silence in the room.

I looked up when I heard somebody open the door, expecting to see some random person walk in the room and quickly take their place at the tables, but when I saw James had walked in and was looking straight at me, I knew I was screwed.

My heart started pounding faster and I looked down again, hoping I'd understood it wrong and he wasn't looking at me at all. He was just walking in the room and scanning it before continuing, like every normal person would.

But he was walking towards me. The sound of his footsteps slowly came closer, coming in my direction. He was coming to me, to talk to me.

I started panicking, I didn't want to start a friendship with him because I knew I'd be lost, so I quickly stood up from my seat and started to walk to the exit of the library at a quick pace, my arms crossed in front of my chest, holding my book.

I was subtly looking down at my feet when I passed him, but he tried to stop me by saying my name and touching my arm. I froze in my tracks when he touched me, feeling my whole body tingle.

I slowly looked up to meet his beautiful chestnut brown eyes, and the intensity of them making me forget what was happening in that moment. But I realised soon enough that James was standing in front of me, for absolutely no reason.

Jasmine, Max and Grace weren't with me, I was completely alone, and he was right there looking down at me as I was a little shorter.

His pink lips turned up in a nice smile. "Hi" he said, his voice sounding soft and pleasant. In my mind, I started freaking out because he was standing so close to me. Why was he talking to me? Was there something wrong? But then I realised again that he wasn't particularly interested in me, and I felt kind of sad and relieved realising that.

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Hey" I answered nonchalantly, trying to sound and act like he wasn't this really nice, tall, handsome and smart guy. He chuckled while I was just staring at him, taking in his beautiful apearance.

He looked at me for a few seconds, which made me wonder what he thought of me; nothing extraordinary, probably.

"Ehm, I wanted to talk to you for a second" he started, a light hint of hesitation in his voice, his eyes easily trailing off to somewhere else than mine. I nodded, frowning slightly, not really understanding where he was trying to go while I slowly got used to the our closeness.

"I heard that you think I don't like you?" he murmured, making me widen my eyes in shock. How did he know that? I suddenly felt like dissapearing into a big hole in the ground, I didn't need to hear him say that he indeed didn't like me; I just wanted to get away from there.

"Oh, that's..." I started, but I didn't finish my thoughts. I nervously avoided his gaze and bit my lip. "It's okay..." I mumbled before giving him a weak smile, and then made an attempt to get out of there by walking around him towards the door, but he wouldn't have it; he followed me to the door and into the hallway, grabbing my arm there. He turned me around in a smooth move, the messy braid I'd made that morning ending up on my shoulder because of the sudden turn of my head.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I gave you that feeling, that really wasn't my intention."

I was kind of surprised to hear that, as I honestly didn't think he cared about me. I felt my upper lip seperating from my lower one and after I got myself together again, I gave him a little smile. "Really, it's fine" I said shrugging.