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Cherry watched Finney settle into the couch. She glanced at him, taking in his soft features. His hair was curly, and it was a little long, so it draped over his face perfectly and framed his face.
He was the farthest thing from ugly. It baffled her that other people hadn't realized that yet.
Finney looked up, meeting her eyes. Immediately, Cherry tried to appear as cold as she usually was.
"Aren't you hot?" She questioned, peering out the window at the bright sunlight, to avoid admiring him further.
"No. It's not that warm outside." Finney answered.
"So why are you wearing three layers? You look like a cabbage."
"Will you stop comparing me to green things?"
"When have I ever done that?"
"Yesterday. You told me I looked like a ninja turtle."
"I don't remember doing that."
Of course she didn't. He wasn't of much importance to her. Finney doubted she remembered any of their interactions. She couldn't even remember his name, not even when it was called every morning.
It wasn't like she had many reminders of it, though. She was hardly ever present at school.
"Don't you get in trouble for truancy?" Finney questioned, suddenly. "You're at school once a month."
"Not once a month. Like, twice a week." Cherry shrugged.
"That isn't better."
"Yeah, it is. I could be absent every day."
"You are."
Finney gave up on the argument, reaching for his backpack. While his textbook was used and read through, hers had never been cracked open.
