📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20
———————— Chapter 7
"Why do you keep staring at all of the professors like that?" I hear George whisper to me.
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Prucker."
"Shhh, I'm trying to concentrate on this lesson."
"The lesson or Professor Connelly?" I question him.
"Is it weird of me to say both? Because technically, she's not our teacher in 3 weeks, because we will have a different teacher by then, then I can finally either date her or fuck her, and I don't know which to choose."
"Ok, first of all, gross. Second of all, we all know you don't date."
"Speaking of dating people though, what's this is here from Micah, that you went on a date last week? And why am I hearing it from him and not you?"
"It was a secret, and it's a complicated relationship I have with her."
"Whatever you say dude. Anyway, did you hear his family is in town in like...3 months. He's invited us all over for that."
"I did not know that."
"Yeah, so tell your girl, you can hang out with her on that day."
"Yeah, I'll have too."
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You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to my friends calling My Little Blue Bird, my girl.
Every time, it makes me blush, and then they all assume I'm a simp. What is wrong with being a simp? It just means that you care about your girl, and aren't afraid to do whatever you can to make her day.
All these books in front of me, and none of them written by men. We need to change that. Obviously, I'm not going to write a book, but there are many great male authors out there in the world, yet none in this small bookstore are written by men.
"Um, excuse me?" I say to the lady behind the counter.
"Yes dear, what can I help you with?"
"Um, I don't mean to sound.... Weird or offended or anything, because I'm not. But why don't you guys have any books written by men?" I nervously ask her.
"That's because no one ever asks. Would you like me to order some in for you?"
"Not for me, but for other people who might want to read male author books."
"Of course, dear. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a particular author, either Emily Henry or Colleen Hoover."
"Ah yes, just at the back of the back aisle." She says, pointing to the aisle of my discovery.
"Thank you. I'll probably be coming back here more often, just getting back into reading."
"Well in that case, I'm Mrs Baker." She extends her arm, and I shake it.
"Oliver."
"See you again in a bit, Oliver." She smiles at me.
I return her smile, with one of my own, and walk to the back aisle.
Now, let's see what books Penelope has been talking about.
One about Charlie and Nora in 'Book Lovers', one about a girl named Lily who loves flowers in 'It ends with us', one about Olive and Adam who work in a lab together called 'The Love Hypothesis'.
They all look great, but there's one that catches my eyes the most 'The Spanish Love Deception'. I read the back, Catalina, and Aaron; their story will be interesting.
I keep scanning the shelves for more books that look intriguing to my eyes.
And then my pile begins to grow, until it's ten books high.
Romancing Mister Bridgerton, Spanish Love Deception, Maybe Not, The Words we Keep, Six of Crows, Crooked Kingdom, Birthdays for the Dead, The Kiss Quotient, The book thief, and A court of thorn and rose.
This is going to be fun for the next few weeks.
I walk my way out of the aisle, but before I do, I run into someone, and all my books go everywhere.
"Oh My God! I'm so sorry. Let me help you." The all too familiar voice says to me.
We both bend down and pick the books back up, "It's all good, Little Blue Bird."
She looks up at me, and her eyes go wide. "What are you doing here?" She asked me.
"Can't a guy buy some books?" I ask her.
She grabs onto my arm, and drags me back into the aisle.
I place my books on the empty shelving behind me.
"What are you doing?"
"Buying books, uh duh."
"I know that smart ass."
"Well then, what if..." I take a step closer to her, making her step backwards and hit the book shelving behind her, "...maybe, you're trying to avoid me after that night last week" I whisper out to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She's trying to sound confident, yet I can see the vulnerability through her eyes.
"Do you still want me to kiss you, like you wanted it that night?"
"I- "
She's speechless.
I smirk down at her, all before moving my head down, and whispering into her ear, "What are your thoughts on me buying these books that you talk so much of? Are you scared of me finding out what you've been reading? Or are you secretly wishing for these things in these books to come true."
I can feel her shudder under me.
"I-'' she barely managed to get out with a shaky breath. "God." I hear her speak out, barely above a whisper, just before she pulls my neck down with her hands, cradling my head in them.
Her shoulders rise up, trying to help her excitement stay inside of her. Her hands escape my face, and glides their way to the back of my head and into my hair.
My hands go to her waist, circling them to bring her body closer to mine.
Our lips move in sync, the previous action continuing on perfectly to the next.
I move back slowly. "I think blue might be my new favourite color." I whisper out to her, earning a chuckle to escape her lips.
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