Define;Trust.

Chapter 2

I nodded my head slowly, while thousands thoughts were speeding around my mind. I may look calm, but I felt like I needed to scream my head off. All of that was happening too fast I didn't know what to do!

He sat down, closely next to me. He smelled sweet, like Victoria Secret sweet; how cute. He placed his books and papers down. He opened up his file, and did whatever assignment he needed to complete.

I was so frustrated at myself because, I decided to look ugly and comfortable on a day that I found a cute guy. Legs and arms unshaved, hair put up in the ugliest bun ever, and leggings with a oversized pink sweater, and flip flops; worst outfit combination ever. Why today of all days?! I didn't want to make myself look good, untie my hair and have good posture and all, because I damn well know he might have his eyes for someone else or thinks I'm ugly. Honestly, I want someone to love me when I'm looking that raggedy.

So I casually did my homework, pretending he wasn't even there.

After sometime, he nudged me alittle, so I took out my left earphone and faced him, almost too fast.

"These..are your stories? That you wrote on your own?"

He pointed to the stack of papers arranged neatly in front of him.

I nodded.

"Cool! Can I see them?"

I remained silent. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry. Am I being weird? I don't mean to scare you like this."

Catherine! What the hell are you doing? Say something!

"Uhh...no no! You're fine haha. I'm just, socially awkward that's all. I never stumble upon someone who is this eager to read my stories. But go ahead! I'd love to give them some recognition."

He smiled at me. He. Has. Dimples. It's very obvious as well. I love him already.

Wait no, too fast.

He took the papers to his delicate hands, that look soft, fair and perfect. I compared them to mine; rough, fat, and uncared. These days I got too busy and caught up on school things, so I couldn't get the chance to properly care my body, I mean, not that I cared from the start anyway.

As he read the stories, I thought that he would just read a few sentences and skim through the rest without a thought in mind, that's what everybody did so far. Pretended to care. But I thought wrong. I acted like I was doing my own work, but I kept stealing glances at what he was doing. It looked like he thoroughly read through every page, and sometimes he would flip to the previous pages. And sometimes he would smile at it. The stories. The thoughts and imagines I've had, finally someone found them interesting.

I looked at my phone, 5:40pm. 20 minutes have passed. He was still reading them. I snapped back to reality and realised that I have my own assignments to finish. Also I've realised I 'glanced' at him for 20 minutes. I was suprised he hadn't realised.

"Hey.."

My head automatically turned.

"These stories are very interesting and good! But you see, if you add a little of comedy in this bit..."

He started to point out my little mistakes and what more I should put inside the stories.

It was already going to be 6, and as he said that he needed to go, sadly.

"It was nice knowing you, Catherine."

"Wait...how do you know my-"

"Your paper."

Oh right. My assignment.

He took his things and as he walked away, I forgot to ask something.

"Hey! I didn't catch your name."

He turned around, as well as some other people around us because I spoke way too loud. They ignored us after a while.

"Do look through your stories again."

There was an obvious question mark on my head, with the look as well. He just winked at me and made his way out of the library.

My mom then called me, asking me to get back home fast for dinner, so I didn't had time to check what was so special about the papers he held onto just now.

But I got to admit, I feel like something good is about to happen.