Abuse // 5sos (Book 1 & 2)

Chapter 13: Memory

Memory

"Everyone stand against the wall." The teacher growled at us. I dreaded it when she did that. This meant new seating. Which meant new people.

She called my name first, "Anjali, table 5 last seat." Our tables were in groups of four.

Except for mine. It was in a table of two, one person sitting next to me.

I didn't have many friends, so there was no one in particular I wanted next to me.

"Nick, next to Anjali." He shrugged throwing his books under the table. I'll admit I was intimidated by Nick. He was attractive - really attractive. His green eyes would burn you if you stared at them for too long. His hair crept out of his head and his voice was deep but elegant in a way.

Nick was quite mysterious. Every girl would drool over him, but he wouldn't date any one of them. He would stare and flirt with them but would never date them.

I was probably the only girl that wasn't madly in love with him. He never talked to me. And he would never. He was out of my league and I admitted that. I hated that about myself. I was too easy. I just didn't know how to

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Nick's POV

Why was she staring in the other direction?

Why wasn't she flirting with me?

Anjali - Emerald - perplexed me.

I mean she wasn't that pretty and probably knew I would never date her, but everyone likes me, right?

And she never wore jeans. She wore leggings, sometimes jeggings, but never genuine jeans. I don't know why I noticed that, but I did. Everyone else wore them, but she refused to, no matter how 'in fashion' they were. She stuck to comfort instead of style.

The way she sat, leg over leg in a long shirt and black leggings reminded me of a princess trapped in the walls of school.

"So the princess doesn't wear jeans, huh?"

She adjusted her legs, "What? Oh these are jeans."

I tugged on the material near her thigh. "These are jeggings, princess." She didn't even blush.

"Oh."

"You did the homework last night?"

"Yeah."

I held out a hand. She looked at me confused, then handed me the sheet.

"Thanks, princess." She smiled, finally blushing at the nickname I'd given her.

The teacher left the room, talking on the phone.

I lifted my leg up, fixing my shoe. Some dirt fell on her pants. Clearly frustrated, she brushed it off.

I chuckled and shook my foot, the same thing happening.

"Please keep your foot dirt to yourself." She was giggling. I looked down at her flats. They were the size of my hand.

"Princess has got some small feet." She laughed again. I thought she'd shy away and be insecure, but she wasn't.

"You've got some large feet."

"Really?" I teased. I flicked some more dirt on her.

She pulled away but I wrapped my leg around her desk.

"You're not going anywhere princess." She just could not stop laughing.

She fixed her long shirt, pulling it down. "It won't transform into a dress princess. Why's it so long anyway?"