MS.O'CONNELL, RUTHERFORD

'MEETING YOU WAS ALL THE UNKOWN' chapter ten

English Dept.

Ucla.

Library. Morning she had a pretty bunch stacks of book beside her bag. Also it is the first time since she got back from the suspension. Then, She saw Jesse directly sitting on the other corner. Wearing a long sleeve with a knot. But Billie didn't want him to be distracted by her, continuing with her researches which has the deadline right away.

Fuck, Are they being for real like this is a bunch of a fucking research then, they want me to finished it in a day?

Billie thought, and was unlikely to feel mad about it.

Jesse saw her, right by the end corner. She had been busy a day ago and they didn't even had a single bit of words since that. He stood up to stroll through the shelves into the corner where she's right in, sitting.

Fucking Professor. Jesse Rutherford, everyone!

Strictly speaking and standing in front of me, begging me to give him attention.

"O'Connell?" He scoffs."Yeah, it's me. What do you want?" She whispers.

"Seriously?"

"Billie— calm down. Damned." He cursed teasingly, pausing beside her leaning onto her desk.

"asked you something, lady?" Rutherford cleared his throat."Go ahead— what was that?" She lifts her one eyebrow.

Keep giving me that attitude—huh?

He look at her returning a serious and curious gaze at her like he's asking why's and what he'd done. But in a whole minute nothing came out no questions come out of his mouth he just stare at her.

"Staring at me, gawking?" She whispered. "I'll just go, light up a cigarette." He told and leave...

Rutherford got outside, then Billie followed him behind. "Hey, what's wrong?" She wondered. "Um— nothing can we talk somewhere else private?" He asks innocently.

"Sure. I mean of course." She says crossing her arms together.

"By the way, you looked good wearing a varsity football shirt." He complement.

While, Rutherford was wearing a blue jean a plain white long sleeve shirt.

It made her blushed a little. Sweet. They kept walking until they ended near the fountain. Seating on the bench near a tree. Billie thought of nothing but she just wanted to see him as she looked at him.

But, the way she look at him. Was much as different now that having this things between him and herself was just hard, being close with each other every time, then letting the other thing happen like making out and ending having sex was just different from pretending...

Really was different. But he was just so— I don't know. He handle me so easily and just understood me more deeply. He reads my mind and makes me happy and make me emotional when he spooked me every time and connect with me through my mood and emotions, I don't wanna lie about it. And obviously he was important to me. It doesn't matter that we're ten years apart. But the energy he give to me was just something that I didn't regret accepting...