Chp. 6 - The Heights of Interest

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(Damon)

Boredom settled in like an unwelcome guest. Every girl who passed by gave me that same expectant look, but I couldn't care less. The flirting, the smiles, the winks—it was all old news. I needed something... different.

Then, out of nowhere, I caught sight of someone through the library window. She was struggling with some books on the upper shelf, tiptoeing, arms flailing. The sight made me snicker.

Typical women who are as short as Dora the Explorer.

I stood there, watching her fumble, half considering going inside to make some sarcastic remark before swooping in with a charming save. 

The plan was perfect

Or so I thought...



Just as I was about to move, she did something unexpected

Instead of waiting for someone to help, she grabbed a stool, climbed up, and got the books down herself. 


Like, seriously? 

Where's the fun in that?


I stayed frozen, watching her as she stacked the books, completely oblivious to my existence. Her independence wasn't annoying, exactly, but it definitely killed my moment of appearing to be a hero. (not that I wasn't already 😎)


(Adeline)

Great. Just great

The one day I needed a book from the top shelf, it decided to play hide and seek with my limited reach. 

I wasn't about to ask anyone for help, though. No way. I'd rather fall off the stool than have someone offer to rescue me, like I was a 'damsel in distress'.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Damon—yes, that Damon—leaning against the window, watching me like I was the main character in some tragic comedy (not my taste of books)

His smirk said it all. He was waiting for me to fall.

But too bad for him, I didn't.

With a stool in hand, I grabbed my books and hopped off, pretending I hadn't just seen him standing there like some smug jerk.


(Damon)

Well, there went my plan. I sauntered into the library anyway, partly to salvage the situation and partly because I was curious. 

She was... interesting. 

Not in a 'woah, look at her'  way, but in a 'why do I not know more about this girl'  kind of way.

I strolled over, casually slipping into my default charming mode. "Need a hand next time? You know, for someone who's vertically challenged, those shelves are a nightmare."

Her eyes met mine, unimpressed. "I'm good. But thanks for the unsolicited commentary."

Sarcasm

From her

My interest piqued.


"I was just being 'helpful' ." I replied, grinning (adeline's input- grinning like a fool).

She raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. And I'm sure you were just dying to help."


Okay. 

Now I was hella intrigued.


Adeline

He thought he could charm his way through life, didn't he? 

Damon, the infamous playboy, standing here, acting like he was 'God's gift to humanity.'


Unfortunately for him,

I wasn't buying it.

"Do you need something, or are you just going to stand there and smirk all day?" I asked, flipping through the book I'd just rescued.

He shrugged. "Maybe I just like watching you struggle. It's... entertaining."

I rolled my eyes. "Glad I could provide you with some top-notch entertainment. Now, if you'll excuse me."

As I turned to leave, his voice followed. "What's your name?"

I paused, just for a second. He didn't deserve an answer. 


Damon

She didn't answer me. Instead, she walked off, leaving me standing there like an idiot


And trust me when I say...
No one had done that in a long time.



"Huh."


She was different.







And I liked that.


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