Faking It

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Did the whole switcharoo for a lil while for Noah's POV ugh ur welcome x

• Noah •

Watching her silently work on her assesments was one of the most intriguing things I had seen all week, I don't exactly know what drew me in, but her concentrated state kept me captivated.

She nibbled slightly on her wooden pencil as she stared down at the book in front of her, her forehead creased slightly as her light, hazel eyes traced along with the words in her textbook, her glasses were slowly falling off the bridge of her nose, pulling them up slightly again as she continued to read.

Snapping out of my daze I look back to my own work and continue.

Good job Noah, I probably sound like the lamest stalker ever.

But, April Pearson was all things infatuating, there was something mysterious yet warm about her that drew me in.

After a couple of minutes I give up and place my pencil down on the table and rub my eyes gently as the tiredness had slowly erupted all over me.

Checking my phone the large digits read 8.03pm.

I adverted my gaze back to the small auburn haired girl in front of me.

She was still fully engrossed in her school work, making me smile slightly to her complete dedication towards it.

She looked so calm as she stayed silent and peaceful whilst we stay seated in the back of the large university library, deciding earlier that she would work on her assessments, I had gladly invited myself, wanting to annoy her further, but also there had just been something about her that had caught my eye from the first day in the English Literature Class.

And I hated to admit it but, I actually enjoyed our time together.

Then the night we all went to dinner as a cheering up came by, I could tell as she stayed quiet that she was trying her hardest to avoid any more sources of heartbreak, I knew by her facade that she was a strong girl who knew she deserved better, but in her hazel stricken eyes I could sense a lot more hurt inside than she really portrayed. 

Since when did Noah Braveheart have a caring side for a girl he hardly knows?

The night she came to my door, out of breath and completely frazzled and asked me about her 'ingenious' idea, I genuinely thought she was joking so, I played it off.

But when I saw the determination in her captivating eyes, I knew I had to help her.

Revenge was sweet.

"Is there something on my face?" Her small voice had snapped me out of my thoughts and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Oh— I just, uh– didn't know you wore glasses?" I changed the subject as quickly as I could, saving any embaressment towards myself.

I could see the small tinge of pink arise over her freckled cheeks and I smile lowly at her.

Smooth as always Braveheart.

Maybe I haven't lost my game?

"They are only reading glasses, But I essentially got my fathers poor eyesight." She purses her lips as a small smile reaches her face.

I pause slightly before answering her.

"They definately suit you." Her eyes widen slightly, as if me complimenting her was such an abnormal thing.

What was wrong with me handing her compliments?

She fumbles slightly and checks her wrist watch and sighs.