After that Day, she saw him every day of the week at the library.
They were both always the last ones to leave, but she never dared strike up another conversation with him.
Although, that doesn't mean she quit the habit of shamelessly staring.
Hoodie over his head, scribbling into his notebook, as she quietly sighs, struggling with her math problems herself.
Her math book was laying there, same page for the past hour, stuck on the same problem.
Math wasn't her thing.
And that's why she decided she should take advantage of her freetime and use it to spend time on her weakest subject, Math.
Seems it's not been going well though..
Wouldn't a little company help?
Her friend, still recovering, was very good at math herself, but as she already knows she can't be asking an ill to tutor her at times like this.
She'd also ask her sister or family, but guess Math abilities just don't run in their genes..
She flips her pen around, left and right.
Trying to process the weird numbers and complex signs Infront of her.
Why do I even have to study this..?
She thinks to herself.
But then again, she needs to ace this subject if she wants to run after her dreams of working in a city, together with her closest.
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After a while of trying, she decided to take a walk around the Area before going back to problem solving, to ease her mind a bit.
Perhaps it'd help her brain work better.
Although the walk did help, the steps are still struggle.
Can't he help me out here? I know damn well he sees me.
She thinks to herself, trying not to glance over at that "person", so she doesn't experience another of his cold glares that send shivers down her spine.
They were about the same age, but he already had an impression on her.
Suddenly, she felt eyes on her.
She looks over to her right, and of course, find him throwing a side glance at her.
I knew it..
She thinks to herself.
She drives her gaze back to her notebook, full of scribbles and erased pencil marks all over the page.
As she was thinking hard, head on her hand, pencil spinning, she feels someone shift closer to her.
"Need help, idiot?"
He says as she notices he is now in the seat directly next to her, notebook with him, slowly taking down his hood and sliding his hand through his soft hair.
"Geez, Friendly approach.
And yes, it would be very appreciated."
Miriam says back.
He leans in closer, trying to glance at the problem she's been struggling with for the past hour.
As she gazes at him in concentration, she notices how weird it felt being directly next to the guy she's been seeing from afar for the past weeks.
His figure felt much bigger and she felt as if a brick wall was Infront of her, casting a shadow over her.
He had a pretty slim body.
Brunette messy hair, gray hoodie, and semi-round glasses casted off aside that he only wears every now and then.
As he finished analyzing the problem, she could tell he hesitated to make a comment, probably insulting her. About how "stupid and dumb" she is for not understanding a simple question, but he held back.
He began slowly explaining, in his low, rough voice.
It was her first time hearing him speak for so long, and she felt like she didn't want him to stop.
"You're doing it again."
He tsks.
"What?"
She mumbles, snapping back to reality. She wasn't paying attention.
He looks at her with his cold gaze again, this time, face to face, with direct eye contact.
"Staring. At my mouth specifically."
He leans in forward, faces only a few inches apart.
"Wanna tell me what you're thinking?"
"Uh.."
She says, embarrassed.
A lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Everyday, you stare at me. You think I don't notice?"
He says before taking a pause as he looks at her expression, then continuing.
"Didn't I tell you very clearly not to do that?"
"Look, I'm sorry. You're just very nice to look at! Your mysterious aura makes it hard not to look.."
She rambles, trying to escape the situation, before he cuts her off.
"Long story short, you like me."
He looks her dead in the eyes, serious face, waiting for her reaction.
What?!
"Huh? No! I just complimented you! Is it not okay to compliment a pretty man in a friendly way?!"
"You call this way of yours friendly?"
He says, adjusting himself as he accidentally brushes his knuckles over her skin.
She sighs, not this feeling again.
"Look, can we just continu-"
She pauses.
As she was speaking, looking away from his dark eyes, she finally notices the sketches on Kallias's notebook.
Short wolf cut, a peach top with a white shirt under it, a long heart shaped necklace..
Was that..?
"You were.. Drawing Me?!"
She says as she extends her hand over to take a closer look at the sketches, Amazing and surprised.
Suddenly, a skinny yet strong hand grasps her wrist very firmly, stopping her.
"Don't go off touching other people's belongings now."
He says before snatching the notebook, with his cold expression back on his face, looking away.
"Can't I see?"
She says, teasing him playfully.
Guess she's in control this time.
"No way in hell. You already took a pretty good glance, That's enough for you.
Now Shoo off with your math problem, I've explained enough."
He said, before shifting very quickly back to his seat, putting his hood back over his head, pencil in hand.
This time, she could notice he tried covering the pages slightly with his arm.
Miriam goes back to her seat, glancing over at her problem once again. Face red like a cherry, as she tries to cover her face with her curtain bangs.
Both sat in their seats, focused on their own notebooks, with matching red faces that both couldn't notice from each perspective.
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