Opposites Attract || h.s

(7) Martha's Diner

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Alexa

I sit down at he round table in the back of the library pulling out my notebook from my bag. Opening to the next blank page I write in the blank space 'List of things I like.' Quietly I tap the blue pen against the wooden table tilting my head to the side.

1) Music (all types)

My music taste has always been diverse and I've always enjoyed listening to music. I listen to pop, R&B, rock and roll and a lot more.

2) Food

• Chicken Salad

• Sushi Rolls

• Spaghetti

• Corn on a Cob

• Cupcakes

• Chocolate fudge brownies

I stop there knowing that I can go on forever when it comes to listing my favorite types of foods.

"Can I sit?" A soft voice breaks the silence.

I look up at Jace nodding my head as he takes a seat in the wooden chair across from me. The chair creeks as he sets down his backpack opening it up to pull out a drawing pad.

"Do you draw?" I ask mentally face-palming for asking such a stupid question.

"Eh, a bit."

He flips quickly through the drawn on pages allowing me to catch a glimpse of a few. I see one where he sketched a view of the sky along with a girl staring at it.

"Your perspective?" I ask eyeing the detailed sketch.

He nods smiling small while his hand runs over the page. He picks up his pencil and continues while he speaks.

"She died a year ago. Her name was Macie."

I notice his grip on his pencil tighten but still the strokes he drew were light and effortless.

"Im sorry." I speak my voice full of sympathy.

"This was the last time I saw her before she died."

And then he stopped sketching and stopped talking. He looked up at me with sad eyes trying to keep a smile before he put his head down and continued. I reached over placing my hand on his assuring him that everything was going to be fine.

"I thought you were a 'bad boy' as people would say but you're pretty open and soft. That's not a bad thing by the way." I chuckle softly.

"Hey I still am a bad boy." He pulled on his leather jacket winking jokingly.

I smile lightly and close my notebook before putting it back in my bag along with my pen. Swinging my bag over my shoulder I stand up waving Jace bye as I walk out. Walking down the halls I feel happy knowing that Jace can be open when talking to me, it's a good feeling.

"Sweetheart."

The voice echoes throughout the empty halls as I turn on my heels looking at the curly haired boy.

"Yes Styles?" I lean on one leg waiting for him to speak.

"I need help with the essay." He sighs heavily walking my way.