The Trouble With Love Is You

Chapter Fourteen- The Trouble With Love Is You

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~* Fourteen*~

School was a blur. Mia still wouldn’t look at me. Whenever she saw me walking towards her, she’ll walk the opposite way. In class when I tried to pass her notes, she’s screw them up and dump them in the bin without a glance at them.

And all the while, people milled around her nudging and poking her calling her names laughing and jeering. And every time they did, she said nothing clenching her fists letting them get it off their chests.

Every now and then I would catch Nathan’s eye. He’d send me a small smile but then look away. He no longer sat with me at lunch; he’d go off with a plastic Barbie and disappear. I’d find him joking and laughing on another table or on the field but his eyes were blank.

So I kept to myself still sitting under that same big shady tree Mia and I always used to have lunch with. Occasionally, Trey would come along and keep me company but he’d be dragged off again by his friends.

And that was how I met him.

I was sitting under the tree minding my own business munching on a salad sandwich with no cheese reading. He stopped in front of me and I looked up.

“What? Come to glare at me more?” I snapped at the boy.

I’d expected him to stalk off like they all did but instead; he gave me a warm smile and sat down next to me.

“No, I just wondered why you’re always alone.” He said softly brushing his hair out of his eyes.

I shrugged and ignored him flipping the page of my book.

“You read Jessica Wilmot’s books?” He said suddenly surprised.

My head snapped up and searched his face. It was like a light switched on in my head and I finally acknowledged the stunning green eyes that were looking at me.

“Most people don’t like them; they find her horror too gory.” He continued offering me a small smile.

I just shrugged again.

“Not much of a talker?” He said coyly looking at me.

If only he knew. I could talk the hind leg off a donkey if I needed to. Two donkeys if I really wanted. Ten of them if I really tried.

But I didn’t tell him that, I just shrugged again.

“I’m Jesse. I just moved here from Alaska.” He continued. If voices tasted like something, his would be dark chocolate and scented honey throw in a little rose tea.