Numbers

Do I give off the vibe that I'm a bad girl?

It's third period and all I could think about is Ilya. Ilya, so majestic. After this class, there's lunch and all I'm literally doing is eyeing the wall clock. 

I hope I don't weird out him and his friends. I haven't had a friend ever since, well never I guess.

The ticking of the clock makes my anxiety jump higher and higher. My leg involuntarily starts shaking, turning attention in my direction.

"Something wrong Ms.?" The teacher speaks.

 "M-my name's Robin. And no, thank you." I give her a small smile and turn my attention back to the clock.

"Ready to leave?"

I turn my head to see Ilya inches away from my face.

"Y-you're in here?" 

"I'm sitting here right." His mouth slowly forms into a smirk which makes me melt.

"Right. Well you're extremely late ya know."

"Was looking for you. But gave up and decided to go ahead to class."

He turns his attention to the teacher who was saying something about logarithmic equations.

I'll never understand that.   

"Why where you looking for me?" I can feel my face draining and from the looks of it, he could too.

"Kinda didn't wanna go to class. I needed someone to keep me company."

"Do I give off the vibe that I'm a bad girl?"

He shrugs his shoulders and flash me an ice-melting smile.

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Class ends and each class spills with starving teens. Including me.

"You'll like my friends. Their like the only original people here."

"What do you mean?" 

I throw all my stuff into my backpack and face him.

"Everyone here is the same. No one here wants to stand out. It's disgusting if you ask me."

"And how are your friends?"

He chuckles and says, "You'll see."

The hall now crowded, we make our way to lunch.

He hooks his arm around my waist. "I wouldn't wanna lose you."

My heart stops and he grins. "You look a little lightheaded."

"Oh. N-no I'm okay. Just caught me off guard is all."

"Good. "