Freckle Boy

02: creep

POV: OWEN WALKER

She's pretty.

I saw her the moment I ran into the classroom, she just didn't see because she was looking at that asshole Collins.

I spy on her through the corner of my eye and wonder why she had such a hard time saying she was present, and why she hesitated for a fraction of a second before thanking me.

Her voice is pretty though. I couldn't tell you how I know this for sure, since she only spoke two words, but I could probably listen to her voice for hours.

Her shirt is slightly stuck in the waistband of her jeans, so she pulls it out, situating it so that it doesn't cling to her torso.

She runs a hand down her leg, finding a spot and rubbing circles on it a couple times before moving onto another area on her leg.

I should probably stop watching her like a fucking creep.

I let my gaze fall on the projected image on the white board and I watch as Mr. Collins struggles to click on the next side. I roll my eyes and somehow they twist all the way to the side, landing on Leah.

I sigh.

So much for not watching her like a creep.

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Class is over. Finally.

I grab my bag from under my seat at the same time that Leah does, and our hands brush against each other. I would be lying if I said I felt some sort of magical zing shoot through me at the sudden contact. They write about that sensation in books, it doesn't happen in real life.

Speaking of books...

"Do you know where the library is?" I ask Leah as we put our backpacks on.

She opens and closes her mouth, clears her throat and hesitates for a second.

"It's... down the hall. I'm...," she pauses. "I'm going there right now."

"Lead the way," I say, my voice sounding cocky like the witty male love interests in movies. I cringe at myself.

"Lead the way," I lower my voice, sounding more dominant and masculine. I slap my forehead. Leah laughs. A really pretty laugh, and it's so contagious that I end up giggling along with her.

Fucking giggling.

Who am I?

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Leah pushes the two library doors open and we walk into the library. She crosses in front of me and at the same time I try to cross in front of her, and then we end up doing that weird little dance that you sometimes do with strangers or friends when you try and get around each other.

"You go left, I go right," I say, and she nods.

I step to my right, but turns out what I thought my right is, is actually my left, so we collide again, and I rub my forehead.

"Okay, you just go first," I tell her, and she gives me an amused smile before walking around and behind me, disappearing into an aisle.

I shake my head in embarrassment and start walking to the fiction section of the library. It's hard navigating the titles, because it seems that there is no clear system of organization but I find my favorite book and huddle up against an empty wall.

I'm a couple pages into the book when Zac comes rushing down the aisle, throwing his backpack down next to me.

"What took you so long?" I ask.

"Mr. Collins told me to tell you that he still needs to talk to you after class, sometime tomorrow. Plus, I had to track you down in here, which only took a trillion hours, but at least your reliable and always in the fiction section, so it really wasn't that hard," he explains to me, and when he finishes, he's out of breath.

I roll my eyes.

"Collins can suck my dick. Old man can't even recognize when someone's fucking uncomfortable."

"That wasn't just somebody though, huh?" He says, smiling a knowing smile, and pokes me in the rib. I try to hide my smile.

"Shut up," I murmur, keeping my voice low.

But I know what he's saying. It's the same thing the voice in the back of my head is saying: "Looks like someone has a crush."

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Short chapter, I know 😩

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