Chapter 19-Knowledge

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It was Friday, February 16. The Valentine's day chaos ended as soon as everyone forgot about it. I was dreading the weekend for some reason. It was as if weekends were getting slower and slower the more I think about Prague, which is strange. We weren't anything more than friends, but it felt as if he had more value to me than anything else in the world. 

I plastered on my happy face for the day, ignoring the conflict raging in my mind, and followed Misa up the stairs. 

"Misaaaaaa, wait for meeeee!" I called to her. I ran after her, my short legs refusing to move properly, causing me to stumble slightly. 

"Is it just me, or are you even shorter than usual?" Misa teased.

"I can't shrink at this age," I huffed. "Rude."

As usual, Lena was there, leaning against the brick post, reading. Ignoring the world. 

I sighed. If only I could as well.

I look up, refusing to give in. Turns out, I looked up just in time to see Prague sneaking a glance at me. My lips slightly parted, I look up at him, searching for emotions. He smiles at me, the only reaction I get. I smile back, delighted.

At least he's not cold towards you.

I allowed myself to let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I could finally escape him this weekend, and allow myself to be distracted from him. What I was feeling with him, I had no clue. The only thing I knew was that I had to stop staring at him before I get caught. I really can't help it though. I know I want his attention, and I don't know why I want it so bad. 

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"Sooooo Kayla, how's Prague doing?" Rae asked teasingly, popping up from nowhere.

"He's fine, why?" I replied curtly, rolling my eyes. 

"Because you seem to always know what he's up to." Rae said, matter-of-factly. 

"I don't even know him that well."

"Well, obviously you do, stop fucking denying it."

"Stop lying." I said, and went back to reading my romance book. It was somewhere around the time that I met Prague that I got into romance. I read book after book, relishing the little intimate moments the fiction characters had. 

Not that I wished for it. Obviously.

Right?

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