The Troublesome Tale of Robin Tyler

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"Liam what the hell are you doing not in Primrock?" I asked angrily, not exactly knowing how to respond to the situation.

The little turd put a hand over his heart, "Awe Robin, you sound like you aren't happy to see me." He pouted dramatically.

"What the hell? That didn't answer my question. And of course I'm happy to see you! I think!..." I had entirely no reason to be mad, but I was very confused. And confusion made Robin angry.

Also why did I say I was happy to see him?

Liam smirked devilishly and strode over to me, which slightly scared me. He backed me into the wall and leaned close to my face, whispering, "You're really cute when you're frazzled."

Now I was actually angry, knowing he was just trying to get to me. I pushed him away and attempted to hide the redness in my cheeks. Why was this boy so attractively irritating? 

"You still haven't told me why you were here, officer." I demanded.

Liam chuckled and out his hands up, "Relax Robin, I'm just messing with my favorite delinquent. It's been like a week since I've seen you! I'm so proud that you're staying out of trouble. And technically you don't need to call me officer right now, I'm off duty." He winked at me, but when my annoyed expression didn't change, he finally answered my original question, "I'm 99% sure I'm here the same reason you are Robin... Photography Club."

My eyes widened in confusion and I still had no idea what was going on. "But why are you here, in Duston?"

"Well I could be asking you the same thing," Liam checked the watch on his wrist, "You know what, we can explain stories later. Don't wanna be late now do we?" As he said this, he tried to grab my hand but I instinctively pulled away. Liam cocked his head slightly and winked at me, then continued walking ahead. With an explanation missing, I was still unsure of what was going on, but I was glad that a was going into this club thing with a familiar face. An even bigger plus was that the face was Liam's. I mean I guess... I caught up to his side and followed him down the hallway, starting to regret not letting him take my hand.

And WHY was I allowing myself to think this? Who the hell knows.

We entered our destination together and were met with a group of about eight other people. The fact that everyone turned their head as soon as we entered, not helping my nerves, as if they could smell our unfamiliarity. Nevertheless, everyone seemed harmless. Ages ranging between teens to young adults. Even though I saw a few people that looked my age, I wasn't ready to bust in this place like a social bee. Sadly, Liam was. While I attempted to hide behind him, Liam graciously waved to the room.

"Hello everyone." He greeted confidently before he went to find an empty seat in the middle of the classroom. After Liam left me behind, heads turned to me, probably expecting the same type of greeting. Instead quickly held up a hand as a cheap wave, then ignored everyone's eyes and scurried to a seat next to Liam. 

A few hellos and welcomes were given to us, Liam returned them all. I wasn't sure when this club first started, but it seemed like everyone here was pretty comfortable with one another. I noticed some people sharing photos, and a few others showing off and comparing cameras.

Even with the positive vibes and sureness that everyone here was pretty cool, I still had the mindset of staying to myself unless spoken to first. I could be a social and friendly butterfly, but that would be after I learned whether or not I could open up to someone.

Thankfully there wasn't any time for even trying to start conversations because everyone started to quiet down when the person who I had assumed was the "club leader" had began to enter the room.