Speechless

chapter three •the jerk•

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After lunch Ronan and I headed toward the library for our independent study period.

"We'll at least I have a reason not to skip this period anymore." Ronan said with a little bounce in his voice.

I could see why he would skip it though. It was a dumb period. Like we would actually just sit there in the library and study for 45 minutes. Uh, I think not.

We sat at a table near the back of the library. I pulled out a little notebook and started jotting down things I had to remind myself to get for classes and such.

"So," Ronan started from across the table. "How's the first day going?"

I scrunched up my nose in distaste.

"Is that just because you had to hang with me the entire day?"

I nodded my head in affirmation. I mean it wasn't actually that bad of a day. I suppose I made a couple of friends, just some kids Liam and Ronan introduced me to. I liked the school and my teachers. I didn't have to sit alone at lunch. The day had actually gone much better than I had expected.

He shook his head and a smile tugged at his lips. I think he enjoyed that I didn't like him much.

"Alright I get it, you're not smitten with me...yet." His smug smile grew bigger. "But that's because you don't know me." He explained. "My favorite color is blue. My favorite movie is probably the lion king if I'm honest. I like rock music. I don't enjoy math. I love pizza and long walks on the beach and I'm not sure what I want to do with my life yet."

Processing what he said, I wrote quickly on my notebook paper.

- I don't need to know you're favorite color to know what kind of guy you are. You are Mr. popular. Most girls swoon over you but the few smart ones see how rude you actually are. You only care about looks and will try to get into any good looking girls pants. And then you probably never call them again. You're the all star student taking APs while apart of several sports throughout the year. You drive some expensive sports car because you re an only child and your family is well off. Lived here all your life. You don't associate with anyone outside your social class unless again, the girl is attractive or can benefit you in some selfish way. You think you're better than everyone else on the planet and that everybody loves you.

Granted, maybe this isn't you at all. You're call. But this is the personality you give off. Also, the lion king is an excellent movie so I suppose you aren't ENTIRELY terrible. -

I handed him the page I just wrote. His eyes quickly scanned over each line. Occasionally he would furrow his brows ever so slightly then proceed with a passive face. However, by the end he was smiling.

"I want to say thank you for the last comment but the rest was meanly accurate. Except I have a six year old little brother so I think you lose." He smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes and reached out across the table to get back the book but Ronan just moved it farther away so I couldn't reach it and then swiftly grabbed my pen.

"I'm doing one on you now."

"Knock yourself out." I replied quietly.

He looked up with the biggest grin on his face. "It's a shame you don't talk more. You have a cute voice."

He went back to writing and thank god for that because my cheeks were definitely at least a little pink. A cute, but jerk-ish, just said my voice was cute. How does any teenage girl not blush at that.

After a couple minutes Ronan handed me back my notebook on the page he had just written a paragraph or so.

I looked at him skeptically.