In Your Dreams

2 || Emmett Larkin

I wonder if she finally noticed that we're in the same group together. Not that I'm excited to see her surprise face, but rather I'm excited to see the hostility she might throw at me. I honestly don't mind being on the receiving end of her hostility. She's been like that since the moment we met. If I'm going to be frank, I don't even know what I did to deserve her hostility. I'm just a simple boy with a simple dream. And that dream is to pursue my music career.

Okay, I may or may not have provoked her hostility. But that's a story for another time. For now, I want to see her face when she reads my name in the list of members in our group. There's also a smirk that's threatening to curl the corners of my lips. The mere image of Phoebe's face turning red from fury and shock is a vivid image that will forever be in my mind.

I lean a little closer to at least see what's going on with her phone screen. When I noticed that her fingers had stopped scrolling and were now frozen in place, there's no doubt she already read my name. I can even see from where I am towering over her, the finger she used to scroll down the list of people is hovering over my name.

“Hi, group mate.” I couldn't help myself. It's like my mouth has a life of its own. Especially when Phoebe Summers is around me.

I watched as she quickly refreshed the page, certain that she had read the wrong. The smirk that threatened to show had finally won the battle. Now I'm standing beside her with my arms crossed while an arrogant smirk on my face.

After several tries, she suddenly stopped moving the muscles of her finger. I raised both of my eyebrows, intrigued about whatever she might do next.

She slowly hides her phone back in her pocket as if she's terrified to make sudden movements. If this was her way of telling me that I have a vibe of a dangerous carnivore, then my sixteen year-old me would have been ecstatic. I kept my eyes on her, genuinely curious about what she's about to do. I even raised my defense at little in case she decided to do something that involves a little violence. But that's highly unlikely. Phoebe isn't the type to hurt people, despite her feeling stressed or angry.

I should know, since she had never landed a hand on me. The only time she laid a hand on me was that time I had a dream about her. But it's only a dream though, none of it is real.

I have been standing here for so long that I ended up uncrossing my arms and letting both of my hands hide in the pockets of my pants. With excitement shining in my eyes, I watch as Phoebe slowly turns her entire body to face me. I was expecting to see fury or surprise on her face. Instead, all I can read on her face was frightened.

Frightened about me? That can't be true, since I would never do anything that will hurt her in the long term. Sure, I mock her everyday, but I still make sure to know my boundaries. I'm honestly admired her since all the classes I've been with her throughout halfway through this semester, her bright and cheerful attitude is… Admirable. I don't know what else to say about her.

Phoebe finally lifted her gaze and met my eyes. The frightened expression she was wearing earlier disappeared, and it's quickly changed to annoyance.

There's the Phoebe I recognize.

A grin formed on my lips the moment her annoyance showed up on her face. “So, any idea where we should start with our presentation?” I innocently asked despite knowing that she hadn't even paid an ounce of attention to what Mr. Brix was discussing in front earlier.

Okay, I may had taken a glance or two in her direction when Mr. Brix was discussing the group activity. And between those glances, I noticed that she's just staring outside the window. It's obvious on her face that she wasn't listening. Of course, I did what a great person would do.