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43: kittens, glasses and dolls

K i t t e n s
                 glasses and dolls
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"Hey, pretty girl! Wait up!" Liam's voice called out behind me as I made my way to my locker after one heck of a busy Debate class.

"Hey," I chewed my bottom lip, blushing at the nickname as he caught up to me.

"I was just..." He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as pink tinted his cheeks. His golden eyes flickered to mine, "We weren't able to talk in Debate for the last two classes and I just... I just wanted to know if we were okay. You know, after I made myself look like such a tool." He casted his ashamed eyes down as the red covering his face deepened.

I giggled, tilting my head to inspect the foolishly sweet boy. "Well I obviously hate you now that you've told me you remembered me in ninth grade." He looked back up at me in shock. "Who do you think you are, Liam Turner; to remember me at such a terrible time in my life?" My lips twitched up amusedly as his own lips curved up slightly, finally catching onto my sarcasm.

"You don't think I'm stalking you?" He chuckled, flicking my nose annoyedly.

"Maybe." I scrunched my surely-bruised nose. "But you're a pretty hopeless stalker." My shoulder nudged into him gently before I started to walk again. "I haven't even caught you taking my picture yet. What kind of stalker are you?"

He followed me wordlessly, his eyes watching me curiously as he lost himself in thought.

"Careful, Mr Turner," I smiled back at him brightly, "You might trip into the garbage bin again."

With that he finally flashed that goofy smile I had completely lost my breathing capability over and shook his head embarrassedly, "At least there are no koi ponds around."

"Swimming with fish does seem to be a frequent occurrence for you." I mumbled mostly to myself, inches away from my locker just as two large football players came crashing loudly into my side accidentally.

A pair of unfamiliar arms caught me from behind before I could land on my butt, my head swimming from the brutal impact.

"Fûck." Liam growled, pulling the big guy who was about to run into me out of my way as irritation filled his expression. I would have completely crumbled into pieces had the black mass hit me given the way he practically dented the lockers he tripped into.

"Shît." The other guy -the one that caught me after pushing me- swore, putting me back up straight on my feet as my brain kept spinning. "Sorry about that, shorty." I turned towards the amused Australian accented voice as I inspected the long silver haired guy. His eyes twinkled green as his lips curved up into a mischievous smirk, "You must be that Alice chick we've been hearin' so much about --am I right, Andre?" He called out to his buddy with a wink at Liam.

I shook my head, "Nope. I'm Ailie. Though, it is the Scottish Gaelic form of Alice." I mused, still somewhat befuddled from his direct hit on me. I was lucky he didn't snap my body into two, if he had been another few inches taller I was sure he would have.

"Dex, stop harassing her." Liam pushed the shorter guy away, as 'Dex' laughed at my answer.

"Sorry 'bout that, Glasses." Andre nodded in my direction as he fixed his silver jersey over his large build.

"Are you okay, Ailie?" Liam asked concernedly, his eyes running down my body in search for any broken bones or blood. It was crazy how fast his angry expression turned to one of worry. "Dex didn't hurt you, did he? I mean he might be small but his tackle is killer." He walked over to me, lifting up my arm as he placed my palm on his shoulder by his warm neck; his hands fluttered down my sides and stomach in search for anything off.