Chapter 6

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After that somewhat strange and completely surprising occurance of Deirdre actually giving a shit about me, it all just, I don't know.

Changed?

The atmosphere and everything around me. I felt drawn to Deirdre, if I ever saw him it was that imediate climax in heart rate.

It actually got to the point where I would wait at the end of the day for him and sort of casually walk by. And one day, he responded.

He pulled the back of my backpack. I assumed at the time it was one of my friends being aggressively playful with me, but when I turned around, Deirdre was all too innocently staring of into the opposite direction.

That same small giveaway smile on his lips.

"Hey Deirdre." I said smiling at his obvious chance at attention.

"Hey." he said, looking at me now.

He came up to my side and started telling me about some story that had happened at home.

He was easy to talk to and laugh with. It was like I forgot everything that had potientially stressed me out and now I felt somewhat relieved at his light heartedness.

He was not at all what I expected.

When we parted, I felt something really weird hit me.

I hadn't waited for him, but considering that he was surprisingly witty and sweet, I was gonna start.

When I got home I thought about the text that he might have sent. I didn't actually know that he had sent one or if he hadn't but I wanted to find out without blowing my cover. Which was me being Jezebel.

I got on Facebook silently in the office, clicking as quietly as the keyboard and mouse would allow me.

When a message popped up. From Deirdre.

Ur sis didnt text me bak last nite :(

Haha yeah srry. I typed back.

The rest of the conversation was cut short with the fact that I didn't want to be caught. God only knows what would happen if I was.

At the time, I didn't realize how deep I was getting with Deirdre. I thought that he was like any regular guy without some hidden agenda. Sadly, I was wrong.

Deirdre was not like other guys I had encountered. He was not stereotypical. I couldn't read every move he would make.

And I had no idea I was spiraling into a world that was completely foreign to someone like me.

Love.

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