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I couldn't believe he was here. I mean, I knew he was going to be here, but I wasn't too sure; but I was sure or maybe ... I don't know what I thought at this point. I just don't know anything about him, yet. I would get to know him.

Still clutching onto his hand we descended the stairs, and with each step, I felt the burning eyes of my classmates. Just to ensure I wasn't making things up in my head I looked up, and many girls and some men were looking right at Alaric.

I looked beside me, at him and immediately knew. He stuck out. From the first time I met him, he had stuck out. I glanced at our joined hands. What if they thought we were together? I shook my head and slyly slid from his grasp hoping none of them had noticed. I picked up my pace to put some distance between us.

With a solid two steps between us, we had finally made it to the door and I quickly opened it for him giving him as much space as possible.

I feel like I have been all up in his space lately, I needed to calm down.

"Ok, so the library is this way." I walked past him with a little jump in my step. "How much time do you have before you have to go?" I called tossing him a quick glance to ensure he was coming.

His eyebrows were pulled together in a contemplating way his eyes searching me for something well his lips had formed into a frown. "How much time do you want?" I pulled the next door open taking an extra second look at him.

"Just a little bit. I won't take too much." I grinned. He paused at the doorway turning to look me right in the eyes. My smile dimmed and I felt my skin wanting to flush, I don't know what was wrong with me. It was his appearance. I wasn't blind; he was attractive, but I would get used to it and eventually not notice it.

"Don't stand too close to me. You make me look bad." I joked nervously. he did the opposite and took a step closer placing his hand on the doorway beside my head.

"I make you look bad?" He raised his eyebrow his minty breath touching my cheek. I was officially blushing and I knew he saw it from the way his eyes darted to my cheeks and then back to my eyes.

"Yes," I pushed past him "you make me look like a Grimland." As I passed by he slid my backpack from my shoulder "Hey, that's mine." I reached back for it as he slid one of the straps onto his shoulders.

He looked blankly at me sliding his hand onto my lower back and nudging his head forward. "Did you forget the Grimland part," I asked him shutting down whatever was happening inside me.

"I didn't forget."

"You sure are considerate." He fisted my shirt tugging me to his side.

"I'm not." Taking his sweet time he maneuvered his hand to rest on my hip. I didn't know what to do with myself. This was how friends acted, I was pretty sure. As long as didn't kiss or do any further, then we were good.

But then I thought about what if he had a girlfriend or a wife and immediately hated myself. I knew we were just friends, but I remember when I was the girlfriend watching as my boyfriend would touch his girl best friend, the only difference was that they were actually together and he'd been cheating since the beginning of our relationship.

I never wanted a girl to feel the way I did when I would see them together.

"Alaric?" I asked placing my hand on the hand he had on my hip and sliding it off me.

"I know we aren't together and of course know we never will be because we're friends, but what if people get the wrong idea." He looked bored and uninterested so I thought that was the end.

"What people are you referring to? The kid in your class?" He asked keeping the very same expression but his voice laced with irritation that I couldn't understand where it was coming from. Has he already known Noah and had problems with him?