Ivy tried to focus on her book, but questions about that boy raced through her mind. How old is? What's his name? Does he have a girlfriend? Oh please, Ivy, he would never like you. He doesn't even notice you're here. She thought.
Ivy once again got lost in her book but was brought back to reality when a voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see the curly haired boy standing in front of her table. "The Great Gatsby. That's one of my favorite books," he says, smiling at her. "Care if I join you?"
"Uh, s-sure." Ivy stuttered. The boy, who she still did not know the name of, sat down at the table.
"By the way, I'm Harry." he said, as if he read her mind.
She gave a small smile and turned back to her book.
"So," Harry voiced, trying to make conversation, bless his heart for trying, really. "you're a fan of F. Scott Fitzgerald?"
"Yeah, he’s one of my favorite authors. Look Harry, I don't want to seem rude, it was really nice meeting you and all but I should get going." she said, her words rushing out of her mouth.
She didn't wait for a reply, as she quickly got up, her chair made a loud screech as she did.
"Wait!" Harry called, "Can you at least tell me your name?"
"Ivy," she replied.
"Never met an Ivy before, I like it, it’s different." he answers.
Ivy feels the blood rushing to her cheeks, compliments are foreign to her, she always denied them, she didn't know what to say. She knew they were lying, just feeding her false information to make her feel better about herself. She muttered a "Not really, it's a plant." and continued gathering her stuff as fast as possible.
The last time Ivy received a compliment, if you would count it as that, was when she was 17 years old, making it 2 years ago, it was by her English teacher telling her that she had an "excellent taste in books."
"Oh, well that was supposed to be a compliment," Harry told her.
"It's not a compliment if you don't mean it," she said before grabbing her stuff and walking towards the door.
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HUGE THANKS TO HANNAHDARLINGX!!!
this chapter would not be up if it weren't for her.
