Redamancy

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noahs pov
the whole class was silent, everyone turning the page and listening intently. except her. i watched her watch the window. what is she thinking about? i lean back and cross my arms, analysing her. my eyes tread around her hair, looking at how it flows behind her. the slight curl it had. she rest her head on her hand, eyes focused on the birds moving outside. she moves it suddenly. my eyes trail to her jawline, so beautiful defined accompanied by the faint scar that lay upon it. for some reason, it attracted me to her even more. she can look kind of intimidating sometimes, and the scar on her face makes her look even more badass. i cant help but admire her double nature.

until she turns around.

i keep my eyes on her, thinking she was going to speak to me, but instead she looks up at the clock. before she turns back around she looks me in the eye, before she cocks her eyebrow with a confused look and turns back around.

was that weird?
i find it so funny how different she looks at school in comparison to how i saw her at the store yesterday. i mean, she didn't look bad, she just looked like she went through hell and back. is that mean?

whatever. i don't care. i don't like her. she's so rude to me. especially nowadays.
i watch her hand move from her head to her skirt, readjusting it. i look away. it feels weird to watch her do that.

in fact, that reminds me. who were those shorts ? i doubt they're hers, she never wears that stuff. well she wears baggy clothes but not long shorts, only short shorts. despite us having uniform, i still notice the clothes she wears on non uniform days. plus that specific brand of shorts is extremely expensive, you gotta be a loyal customer to buy those.

the curiosity gets the best of me. i rip out the edge of the page of the book that i wasn't even reading, and grab a pen from my pocket. not like i had a pencil case anyway.

do you have a brother

i write on it

jesus my handwriting is so bad. i scrump it up and put it in my pocket, ripping out yet another bit of paper in attempt to rewrite it neater.

do you have a brother ?

i fold it once. watching the teacher, who is completely immersed in the book, i lean forward and tap the person in front of me's shoulder. i'm pretty sure she knows evie so i didn't feel weird asking her.

i lean back again and the girl taps evie's shoulder, she turns around and opens her hand to collect the paper. i try and watch her open it but i could only see her back.

she immediatly turns around with a confused look. we make direct eye contact. i raise one eyebrow and watch as she turns back around and pulls a pen out from her pencil case. she hands the paper to the same girl who gives it to me.

yes ? why

i sigh a breath of relief. it must be him. i can't help but smile to myself.

what?

why do i even care if she has a boyfriend?

i immediatly get angry at myself and throw the paper onto the floor after ripping it once.

she turns around and shoots me a confused look.

"nevermind" i lip sync to her

she shoots me yet another disgusted look before turning back around.

rude. she's not my type at all, so i don't understand why i felt relief after finding out she isn't in a relationship. she so far from my type it's comical. i don't find her attractive at all.

at all.