Authors note - 733 263 35225= red and black ;)
After Enjorlas has left I stare intently at the spot on my hand where he had kissed me. Did it mean anything? My heart tells me it did , but my mind tells me he was only being a gentleman. Turning my hand over, I realize that my hands had reflexively curled into a grasping fist. I slowly uncurl my fingers and a small piece of paper is revealed. On it a group of numbers is scrawled in a blue fountain pen ink.
733 263 35225
Call me - Enj
I stare at the paper in confusion. He just gave me his number. I'd barely known him five minutes and he was already giving me his number. I smiled and entered the algebra class.
As I walked in the teacher cut me with an ice cold glare . I took a seat next to a boy who was writing for all he was worth. Sighing, I got my pencil case out and searched for some paper to write on. Without a glance my way my neighbor seamlessly passed a dozen sheets of paper to me, whilst still taking notes . I nod a thanks to him and begin to write notes on 'the nth term' .
Fifty minutes later the class begins to pack up, but both the boy and I are still writing. Whispers of "keeners " and "weirdos" float about the back of the classroom but the boy didn't seem fazed. The bell rings and everyone but the boy and I exit like the room is radioactive. I finish writing and slip my notes into my satchel. The boy looks up and smiles , so I smile back at him.
I like this kid.
But I'm not good at making friends, so I turn to leave.
" we're different you know " he chuckles " from the rest of them. The name's Coufreyac by the way"
" Pleasure to meet you Coufreyac, I'm Eponine. " I smile before walking out the door.
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