Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Colourful Mess

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"Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles not tears."
John Lennon

Richard's POV

"Looking for this?" I held the pen up. She stopped searching and looked at me.

I focused my eyes on Julia while she looked between me and the pen in my hand.

She drew a script towards herself then stretched out her hand to grab the pen which I instantly jerked back so she won't be able to reach it.

She glared but I smiled, tilting my head to the side a little as a 'come on' gesture.

She bolted towards me and within a twinkling of an eye, she stopped halfway, her face coated with realisation, she sighed and slumped back into her chair. Her cheeks were flushed, her demeanor changing to that shy and quiet one.

"Hmm," she said as I waited for her to complete the sentence. For the next fifty seconds she didn't say anything, so I dropped the pen on the script in front of her.

Not like her features lighten up but she instantly reached out for the pen, the notepad and gathered the scripts on the table clutching them to her chest, took her bag and just when she was about to move I drew her back.

The pull wasn't hard but she hit right back on my chest, the scripts which she was holding separating us. We were so close and although she's quite tall for the feminine gender, I still overshadow her with two inches. The time I looked down at her was the same time she raised her head, to look at me.

I cautiously removed the things in her soft embrace, not once breaking our eyes and just like that, I successfully took hold of everything without a mistake.

I looked deeply into her eyes and I saw the vulnerability in them. Despite that, I found myself getting lost in those warm green eyes of hers.
What are you doing to me?

"Do I need to remind you you never carried these scripts in?" She gulps nervously before shaking her head,a smirk almost made its way to my lip, but I fight it back instead replacing it with a smile.

I moved back a little, slowly releasing her. When I finally released her, she turned to leave, trying to run away. I gripped her arm, turned her to face me so we were an inch apart. She glared and shrugged, but I steadied her, not giving her the opportunity to move.

"I hate it when you walk away," I deadpanned.

I didn't mean to scare her but she flinched at my tone and once again our eyes met. I expected her to say something feisty like she does all the time, but she didn't. She stared at me wordlessly and I did the same.

It sickens me when she tries to walk away from me. I've always hated it right from the very first time we met in the hallway.

Always leaving...

That was the same reason I pulled her back in the first place. Anytime she's unable to control a situation or find words to defend herself, the next thing she thinks of is to walk away.

But I love it when she talks back. I love the way she looks when she thought she had the upper hand... Actually, she does have the upper hand because she leaves me speechless.

She's different.

In some other cases, if some girl leaves me standing while she walks away, it might have damaged my reputation and rile up my anger.