Redamancy

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it's pe and i just finished getting changed. i wear an oversized, boys version of our pe shirt along with a skort. i tighten my bracelets and flip my hair behind my face as i wait for grace to finish getting changed.

we sit next to each other on the bench, our legs slightly touching.

"everybody get into partners!" our teacher shouts as me and grace look at each other and laugh.
we get up and run to the furthest net and start to bat.

"so, he watched you fall over, then told you he watched you fall over?" grace asks, laughing and spinning her tennis rack around.

"yep. you should've seen the look in his eyes when he told me. it's like he wanted me to fall in love with him or something." i say, throwing up the badminton thing. (i forgot what it's called sorry😭), trying to hit it but failing.

i had already told grace about my encounter with him, as a way to start conversation, but also as a way to let it out. i liked how she just listened without judgement, unlike lulu would. there is no way i could've told her, she would've made fun of me and tried to steal him away from me. but grace, she just listened. she was so easy to talk to.

i try for the third time to hit the badminton thing, but it falls once again. i pick it up and let out a scream of rage, as i chuck it over to graces side and tell her to serve.

i watch her throw it up, spin around, and completely miss it. we both burst out laughing and i fall to the floor out of habit.

just as i start to recover i hear footsteps behind me. i turn around to see the boys walking through the hall, heading to the field.

i hear grace mumble "damn.." and chuckle to myself.

i mean, i can see where she's coming from but the only person on my mind was blondie. until i see him.

noah.

his shirt perfectly hugging his shoulders, slightly baggy enough to see his sharp collarbones. his long body towering over everybody else, his slim fingers playing with his  shiny curly hair as it bounced back when he moved his hand down. his sharp jawline tensing as he swallowed. all of it. everything about him gave my butterflies, but in the worst way. because i don't like him. at all.

he looks up and into my eyes. his dark brown eyes staring back into mine. i swear i could've fainted. out of awe and annoyance.

he looks me up and down, then away, then back at me, laughs to himself and makes a disgusted face as he turns away and walks out the door.

i scoff loudly as i realise what he just did.
that little d*ck. honestly, what have i done to him? i should be the one hating him. i turn around to grace and mock his facial expressions out of rage.

"why did he look at you like that?" grace asks.

"i don't know!! i did nothing to him, honestly. what's wrong with him."

his pov.
i walk through the hall, adjusting my hair out of my face. i look up to see her staring right back at me. evie. she looked at me with such innocence. almost like she was looking for something. i cant help but my let eyes trail, up and down. her skort hugging her long legs, her shirt oversized but still perfectly leaving an outline of  her waist. her incredibly long hair that flowed so perfectly it almost annoyed me. in fact it does annoy me. she annoys me, so why am i looking at her like this. i quickly look away. i cant give her the attention she wants. i think of her falling over, look back at her and laugh. i then shoot her a disgusted look and walk out of the door. i hear her scoff loudly. my plan worked. i cant let her know how i thought about her just now.