T W O

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by lovetaia

by lovetaia

C H A P T E R T W O

Too soon did she leave. Once again I'd given up on something great because of my own immature fears. Right after our little staring match she giggled and then shook her head and walked off without any words being exchanged. I should've said something, anything. As the seconds passed my mood continued to drop and after a while I couldn't handle being in the store anymore. My guilt was killing me. I wanted desperately to go back in time and introduce myself. These thoughts turned into daydreams and soon enough I left the store, peddling off on my bike feeling both energized from my dreams and angry with myself for my stupidity.

During the ride home I was able to get over my anger, but didn't do much because it soon turned to sadness and then loneliness. I trudged into my home in a somber mood. Rushing straight to my room, I shut off my phone and laid on my bed with my eyes closed, trying to paint a picture of her in my mind, until I could finally fall asleep.

The next morning I showered quickly and hurried to the bookstore, praying that she'd return.

Walking through the large, wooden doors, I caught a glimpse of her pale blonde hair whipping through the air as she rushed towards the biography section. Doubt began to fill my mind as I considered walking over to her. 'What if she thinks I'm following her?', I kept thinking. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away.

After waiting a while, I decided that I could at least wander over to that side of the store. Scanning book titles, I ended up brushing my hand against hers unknowingly. I guess I'd been wrong about the biography section- she was in romance.

Standing right in front of her, I was unable to form words. Once again I was lost in her beauty. If she hadn't of spoken, I would've been right back where I was yesterday.

"Hi."

Just one simple word, was all she said and it was more than enough. It was delicate and careful, just like her. Her voice was another small quality worth falling in love with. How could one word, one girl, effect me so much? In her presence I had lost all confidence. I wanted to be the guy she would want to spend the rest of her life with, I needed to seem just as perfect as she was. I wanted so desperately to use the facade many of my friends used on the girls at our school to overcompensate for their overly apparent inadequacies. I wanted to be able to say all the right things at the right time, to project the image of "ideal guy". Unfortunately, as I allowed the anxiety to consume me, I remained quiet, and continued to lose hope for myself.

After a few agonizingly long seconds (that felt like minutes) trying to convince myself to man up and say something, I finally did.

"Hey."

Just that one word was enough to make my cheeks go red. As the heat began to creep it's way up my neck and ears, I attempted my most charming smile. All that I could do was pray that I didn't look like the joker.

She smiled back, an airy light surrounding her, crowning her with the halo that topped any crown money could buy. It was something only an angel as ethereal as her deserved. She made me so... she turned me into a tenderhearted sap- and I loved every second of it.

Once she realized that I wasn't going to say anything else (I wasn't capable of it), she picked her book back up and moved a step closer to me. After studying my face for a second she walked towards the door slowly. I barely noticed at first, but as she maneuvered her way around me to get to the counter, her hand brushed against mine. It was just like earlier, when my hand accidentally met hers. I felt warmth and... sparks? The feeling was mesmeric. And just like that, I had fallen even deeper than I could've ever imagined.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey guys thanks for reading!! If you guys were reading my story before the hold you may be confused by the chapters but that's because I'm finally rewriting! Do I suck less yet? Let me know in the comments x

He doesn't like Joker's smile? Shame on him ;) Anyone seen Suicide Squad?