~Chapter 7~
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Gaven's POV:
I shuffled my feet as I waited on the street corner. Of course she was late, but I was getting used to that. She was so consistent in her lateness that I could set a watch to her. In a couple minutes the her front door would open and slam behind the bouncy girl and she would reach me at a trot, apologizing profusely. My mouth turned up at the thought.
She was so different from me. How I would love to see the look on my cousin's face if he knew about her. The other day he was calling me gay. What a jerk. It was the way he said it, implying that I was a hypocritical coward, all these years too scared to 'come out of the closet'. Asshole...If only he knew that my heart had been captured by a certain petite highlighted head female who was so guileless and sweet as to be the complete opposite of me... And that I was so wrapped around her little finger that every morning I made sure to be on that corner 10 min early, just in case she ever wasn't late and I missed her.
The waiting was driving me crazy. Not waiting to walk with her, but waiting for her to decide what is she going to answer my proposal to her. I could handle the rejection; it would be just a question of allowing my heart to harden over again, like it was before. Numbness and cynicism had served me well. But this wishing and hoping...this business of having desires made me feel more vulnerable than I was comfortable with. How could I have let this happen? All for the sake of holding her delicate body against my chest...seeing those long lashes flutter over her sparkling eyes when I touched her...
Ah, there she was now, sprinting toward me. Within a minute I would have her in my arms, if only for a moment...
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Standing outside homeroom she was just about to shut off her phone before entering, when she got a text from Swendy suggesting that they meet during 3rd period spare. Flare replied in the affirmative, and turned to smile at Terrence who greeted her with a hand on her shoulder. "How are you doing?" he asked with way too much conspicuous empathy for 8:29 on a Wednesday morning. "Mm. I'm good. Thanks for asking, Terrence." He gave her shoulder a squeeze before they went into the classroom.
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Flare shoved her hip against the heavy metal door to the roof. When her eyes adjusted to the light she could see Swendy fingering the branch of a miniature juniper bush in one of the planter boxes. "Flare!" The sprightly black whirled to greet her friend. The two of them chose a bench in the sunlight.
"Okay; spill!" Swendy was impatient for juicy details of Flare's exploits with the opposite sex.
"Huh?"
"Flare! We've barely spoken these past several days. I get these ever-so-brief texts from you, and you don't seem to want to say too much at lunch in front of Doreen. I don't blame you; if ever a girl could blow things out of proportion, she's it. But now we're alone. I want you to string more than 2 sentences together and tell me what the heck you've been up to."
"Fine." The violinist smiled. Her animated friend always brought her out of herself. "Where shall I start?"
"Start with your first date. It was Killua, right? What did you guys do? What was he like? Did you make out?"
"Swendy!...Well, we went to a Greek restaurant and then did the Sky Walk. He was a total gentleman. But passionate too." She blushed, remembering time spent in the practice room. "He's serious about me."
