You pull up to Hawkins library with Jim, slamming the car door behind you as you rush up the stairs into Hawkins library. Jim is following closely behind you, you walk up to the front desk, she doesn't look at you, her eyes stay focused on Jim as he slowly approaches with an awkward smile on his face.
"Hey Marissa, how you doing?"
"You got a lot of nerve showing up here"
"What?"
"You could have at least called and said Marissa hey its not going to work out, sorry I wasted your time, I'm a dick"
You laugh as a attempt to cut the tense atmosphere. It doesn't work so you resort to slowly walking away and leaving those two to their conversation "I'm going to find the newspapers and leave you two" you say as you walk away chuckling.
Jim finds you hunched over a newspaper in the furthest corner of the library. He places his hand on your shoulder but you dont look up at him or smile at him, which you would have normally done, it confused Jim but he ignored it thinking you were just concentrating.
You got up and walked to the bookcases where the newspaper were leaving Jim shocked that you would just ignore him. He decided to follow you and confront you about it. He spun you around and trapped you, you back firmly against the bookcase and his arms planted firmly by your face, preventing your escape.
"What's wrong"
"Nothing is wrong Jim"
"Tell me"
You shook your head and asking him "Why did you date her". He was confused by your question and asked "What do you mean".
"Well am I that bad you cant see me? I've liked you for a long time but I've had to watch you date women who dont look anything like me".
"Darling - "
"I understand Jim. I'm not your type which hurts but I've accepted that I'm not your type. Just give me some time and I will get over you and we can go back to what we used to be".
"I dont want to
You looked at him confused and whispered "what?"
"I said I didn't want that. I dont want you to get over me" he replied while slowly leaning down.
You took that as a cue to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, meeting his lips, one of his hands goes to you waist while the other goes to your cheek, pulling you incredibly close.
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