All It Takes

Chapter 8 // Thirsty?

Chapter 8 // Thirsty?

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To set things straight. I am completely and absolutely sorry for not updating...AT ALL. I tried to make this long, but unfortunately, I can't drag out a chapter for long.

Enjoy!

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How could a whole mass of simple lunch tables feel like a maze? Each one has an unspoken rule of where groups and certain people sat, and it was as if all had staked their claim with an invisible sign. Some were filled with the pink bags from PINK and smelled strongly of sugared perfume, while some smelled of sweat from the cross country runners. Either way, the same people sat in the same seats, and no one dared to cross into the 'international waters'.

One of the most shadiest (quite literally) was one that sat under a massive tree, but it was blocked from people with a chain link fence that had a door. A majority of people didn't know about this here. After school, this became the Love Tree, where couples came to have some privacy and exchange saliva before they left. It was sort of repulsive. They would use knives to carve in initials that were in hearts, and bitter exes would come and scratch out their old lovers' names. Still, the tree flourished and so did the love of couples all around the school.

Gross.

I felt intimidated. The large tree glooming over me and a small framed dude sits at the table, his back leans against the tree and he casually props up his feet.

All alone, with a guy I spoke to for like, one night, and suddenly I have the courage to approach him in a secluded place. Is this technically a date?

I mean, well...two people, alone in a secluded area, eating together, and talking about random stuff? God, my lack of experience in the dating realm is absolutely pathetic.

Well, you've got to be attracted to each other for it to be a date...

And to be honest, I don't think I really am.

Sure, Eli is cute. I have to admit. He's like the classic little hipster you'd find in a local coffee shop and he's super nice. Though besides talking about college, we barely have a connection. Well, same with Lars and Garrett.

There's just...nothing?

He's wearing wire-rimmed hipster like glasses and a burgundy sweater hugs his body while a gray beanie rests on his head. It's like a Pinterest worthy photo, where girls will pin it millions of times, oohing and ahhing at the photogenic male. He's reading a novel. His eyes are intensely scanning the page, his hand drumming on the cover of the book and he scrunches his nose every so often.

I plop down my sandwich, and Eli's eyes never leave the book.

Pride and Prejudice.

"Hey." I say as I unwrap the sandwich, careful not to disturb him too much.

His eyes turn up and a smile quickly grows. He closes the book and takes off the glasses and hooks them on to his sweater.

"Hello," he greets. He places the novel down and slumps onto the table. "literally. Darcy and Elizabeth are my favorites. How do you not see that they were made for each other? Like, their lives didn't begin until they met."