Halfway In Love (#Wattys2016)

23 - I'm Stephanie Jones and I'm never self conscious.

<Update : 09/10/16>

A/N : Too late, it's been just too late!

And I'm so so sorry about it but college keeps surprising me with new assignments :'(

So now that I'm done with most of them, yeah, 'most' and still not 'all' of them, I've tried managed to bring this chapter to you guys!

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Happy Reading!! :D

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Chapter 23 - I'm Stephanie Jones and I'm never self conscious.

Why is he smiling at me like that?

He always smiles like that.

But never before did it make me feel queasy.

What's your problem?

I don't want him to smile like that.

You seem to be enjoying it.

What? Of course not. I want him to stop smiling at me.

Then why are you smiling back?

"Hey!" He greeted, a broad grin on his face which I realized to my dismay that I was full on returning back to him.

"Hey!" I breathed. The school had just ended. So had Al's interrogation thankfully. And she seemed rather happy by the end of it. Strange.

"What was that about?" He asked pointing behind my shoulder. I turned to find Al still standing at the gates with Em and Greg. Greg waved enthusiastically at me. He was always happy after school hours.

"Oh that. It was nothing." I said turning back to Dave.

"Deets about yesterday?" He winked.

"Did you just say 'deets'?" My eyes went up. He shrugged playfully.

I grinned.

"Looks like you now know Al as much as we do."

Walking around the car, he opened the passenger door for me. I slid in and he closed it after me. Hugh bounded up just then and pulled Dave to the side, tugging at his arm urgently. I fished my phone out of my pocket and started with a book. It was minutes before Dave came in with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

The look suited him.

A lot.

I averted my eyes away even though curiosity was clawing at me. But let me tell you it was a really difficult task. I was reading, but I was not. I was looking out the window, but I was not. Because my eyes of their own accord moved towards him, can you believe it? Without even asking me! The nerve!

And I have no clue why.

I for the first time noticed his hair weren't really black as they always appeared to be. I noticed him opening his lips to say something and then not going with it. I noticed him glancing my way and then quickly turning back to the road. I noticed, I was noticing him a lot.

Always....

I shivered. Then my brows furrowed in confusion, it wasn't cold... was it?

The car coming to a stop inside the garage of the big house that Dave lived in shook me out of my thoughts. Smiling at each other we got out and moved towards the door. Before we could even ring the bell, the door slammed open and a mane of bushy black hair upon a slender body flew out and landed in Dave's arms. My mouth dropped open.