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A guy comes up to me with brown hair and- a pretty face. "You're Nova?"
"Yeah that's me," He's tall. "Anything you want?"
"I'm Theodore." Oh, that's very interesting.
"Ah," I grin "You're supposed to be my rival, Theodore."
"I know, but I don'...
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"You're so down to earth and I'm up in the stars, so show me the sea and I'll take you to mars"
| Nova Sinclair |
True to her word, Mrs. Williams gave all of us detention the first thing in the morning. As if my headache and it being Monday were not enough.
After the excruciatingly long day, all of us gathered at detention and Mrs. Williams walked in glaring at all of us.
We were seated far apart from each other in the huge classroom and I wanted to study but a certain brown haired distraction happened to be right across from me.
I stare at him unintentionally as he draws something and then, he looks up.
Shit.
I have no idea why, but I don't look away. His emerald eyes remind me of a forest back home. Where you could get lost in and it would be the best thing ever.
Then he did something that made my heart stop for a second.
He winked at me. For the second time in a week. Extremely concerning, indeed.
My stomach does a backflip, my throat goes dry and I break that strange, almost a minute long eye contact and continue to 'study'.
It wasn't a normal wink, it seemed...there was something in it.
Oh well.
Then, I realise I'm in that state of oblivion where I have no idea what my heart is telling me.
"I will be gone for only a minute and if I catch anyone of you doing anything uncouth! I will see your end today. Understand?" For fucks sake she should stop screaming.
Unfortunately, she was back as quickly as she went.
30 minutes later, she finally lets us leave. But not before informing us that we have detention the whole fucking week.
Theo calls out to me as I was just exiting the room.
"Do you want to play with my cats?" He falls into step beside me.
