Unpredictable

Chapter 11

We never actually found the book, which was a disappointment to both of us. 

It was horrible for me because it meant that I just spent three hours of my life searching through millions of books, and that's not all, I also had to do it with the most bipolar person I have ever met.

Though I've discovered that as long as I don't talk about the book, he stays in a relatively good mood. But him being in a good mood causes some problems for me, because I always have to be careful of what I say.

He takes everything and makes it into something sexual. I can't count how many times I blushed in the past three hours, and apparantly my face is still tomato red from the last perverted comment he made. 

After a few long, miserable, and horrifying hours of looking through the most disturbing books, Chase finally agreed that the book was probably not in there. He acted as if he didn't care but after the way he reacted when I called it stupid I knew he was extremely dissapointed. 

The only good thing that came out of this was that I found twenty dollars inside of Divergent, which I can use to buy myself some more chocolate since the ones that I bought yesterday are all gone... Other than that it was horrible. 

We were currently walking out of the library, and to no one's surprise, I was the one holding the heavy wooden door open for both of us even though he was walking in front me.

He had just stood there, smirking, until I flung the door open and let him through. Prick. 

"Since I'm such a generous, incredible, and sexy person; I've decided that instead of making you search for the book with me, you're going to help me with something else tomorrow." I start doing my happy dance but soon stop when I realize that Chase is trying hard not to burst out laughing. He fails though, and a low chuckle leaves his lips.

"No, no don't stop because of me. Your jazz hands are amazing." He has such a serious expression on his face that I can't help but laugh. 

"If you think that's good, you should see my ballet skills. I'm pretty incredible if I do say so myself." That of course was a complete and utter lie. 

When I was 6 my mom put me in a ballet class because she thought it would help me be more flexible. Sadly she didn't realize how much of a rubbish dancer I was, after about three weeks I got kicked out for tripping too much.

"Well you have the body for it." He slowly studies me up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. 

And once again, I feel my cheeks getting all warm. I never used to blush this much before, well probably because I've never had any guy attention.

Except for when I was about seven years old, I was at school and it was Valentines day. While I was putting my stuff away and getting ready to go play outside, I found a cute little pink bear in my cubby. 

I remember how excited I was, most of my friends had gotten little notes and a bunch of candy, but all I got was that nasty heart candy that the teacher gave out. The bear was so fluffy, and it was holding a little red heart that had 'Happy Valentines' printed in red cursive on the middle of it's soft, fluffy tummy. I gently took the tiny, adorable teddy bear and hugged it close. That's when I discovered a little card taped on the back. 

The card was shaped like a cartoon rocket ship and on the front, in sloppy handwriting, it said: Happy Valentins, you are really pretty. 

Ps. i hope you like the bear, i bout it with my own money. 

I looked around the room but there was no one besides me and the teacher, everybody else was running around outside, having fun in the nice weather. It was the most adorable thing ever, I never found out who gave it to me but I still have the tiny bear. It's sitting on my desk with the note stashed somewhere in my drawers.