Someone Like Him

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 :)

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His eyes are the only things that have color in them, even though they aren't as vibrant as usual. He looks at me, and then at Anthony. He tenses when he sees Anthony.

Before I or Will could speak, Anthony quickly butts in.

"Hey, why don't you text me later and tell me whether you want to reschedule or not? Anything's fine. I'll talk to you later okay?" I nod and thank him. But before he left, I give him another hug. His hands find my waist and my arms are around his neck. If only it could last longer. We then part and I watch him walk away.

Who knew clumsy Anthony could be...this sweet?

Before I turn around, I quickly run my fingers underneath my eyes to get rid of the black ink that probably smeared from my mascara. Running my hands through my hair, I turn around, expressionless.

"Hi," I say to him. He's been quiet for a while.

"Hi."

I sigh. This isn't going anywhere.

"Look, I have to go to the librar-"

"I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you. I'm sorry that I was hanging out with them and didn't do anything. I'm sorry I was with Celine. I'm sor-"

"Will." He looks up and I stare at his eyes. "It doesn't matter anymore. I don't care."

There is a silence and the tension in the air between us thickened.

"You don't care about what?" he asks softly. I stay silent, but he continues to talk.

"You don't care about me not standing up for you? Or you don't care that I'm was with Celi-"

"Gosh, I don't care about these things. It doesn't matter. I don't care about your life. Go be with Celine, go hang out with football jerks, just do whatever makes you happy, because I don't give a crap," I say with one breath. My eyes start to sting a bit. None of this is true. I'm lying. But I guess I did a good job because he stays straight-faced and doesn't move.

"I have to go," I say, looking around deciding where to go, and then my eyes settle on the library.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," he says, almost in a whisper tone. And with that, I walk past him and make my way to the library.

He does't chase after me.

When I get to the library, I look back to where I was earlier, and see him still standing there, his back facing me. I then shake my head and start making my way inside to work on some homework.

I only met him yesterday, he's like everyone else, I think to myself.

But there's something about him. I don't know what, but it's different.

In the library, I look around for an empty table, and there is one at the corner of the room. I start making my way there and take my book out. When I sit down, a girl comes to me.