Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Milquetoast (n.) a timid or unassertive person
Twelve ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
"Hi."
My head turns to find Flint leaning against the locker next to mine.
I whisper a small, "Hi." Turn back to my locker, tuck my hair behind my ear.
Flint frowns slightly, shifts a little closer. With one hand he holds out a tie in my direction.
Looking from the tie in his hands and to his neck I realises he's not wearing one. I also come to the realisation he actually doesn't know how to tie one, and that he wants me to do it for him.
With a sigh I take the tie from him. Flints frown deepens but he bends to allow me better access anyway.
He stares at me, tilting his head this way and that way to try and find me. I refuse to make eye contact. Sierras words from yesterday replaying in my head.
Why else would someone be friends with you?
I know she only said it to hurt me. To get back at me for abandoning her at lunch. I know that I really do. But the way she said it, her tone, has doubt seeking in.
She was so absolutely sure. So confident in her statement. And maybe she did only say it to hurt me but she believed it. She fully and entirely believes he's only friends with me to get something. Because he thinks I'm easy.
How am I not supposed to doubt it?
"Fine?" Flint raises one hand, cups my jaw, holds my face steady. Forces me to make eye contact. Green clashing with brown. And it's a futile mix. The colours don't work together. One deeply darkening the other.
I nod my head, tap his now tied tie. "Fine."
Flint narrows his eyes at me and in a swift movement has me pinned against the lockers. His arms on either side of my face, his head angled so close I can feel his every breath brushing against my cheek. "Liar."
My cheeks heat involuntarily. I shouldn't feel so good about this. My stomach flutters. Blood pumping too fast. And everything's a little too light. A little too fuzzy.
Shrugging I dip under his arms. Attempt an escape from the boy. And the overbearing emotions he's stirs within me.
"I have to get to class." I wave a hand over my shoulder. Flint lets me go.
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Setting my tray down I smile at the girl on my right. She doesn't smile back.
Sierra smiles when she sees I'm sitting with her like I promised. I try my hardest to stop my eyes from wondering to table a few feet over from ours. I ignore the feel of his stare.
