The days pass by quickly and before I know it it's already Thursday. I've seen Miles around school but him being a Senior and myself a Junior, we don't tend to mix.
"What is up with you, lately?" my friend Kayla asks.
"Nothing's up" I say.
"I know your lying" she states then says "ohh, is it a guy"
"Huh, what no"
"Oh it is isn't it" she grins mischievously.
I finally relent "Ok it's a guy, but I'm just helping him with some work" I lie.
"Who is it?" Kayla asks excitedly. I consider not telling her or lying but decide it's best to tell her at least part of the truth.
"Miles Monroe" I say cautiously
"Ohhhhh" she gasps "really?"
"Yeah but you can't tell anyone" I hear Miles saying the exact same thing to me.
"Ok fine, is he as hot up close as he his from further away" Kayla asks intrigued.
"More..wait..Ye... no... I mean... maybe" I stutter
"Ohhh girl you got it bad"
I frown at her "Kayla I'm just helping him with work"
"At the moment" she laughs evilly, I roll my eyes god I've got a weird friend!
Finally the bell rings, signalling the end of the school day. I meet Kayla by the gates at the front of school. We begin walking when Kayla asks,
"so you seeing hottie after school?"
"Yeah" I say like it's no big deal.
"So you admit he's a hottie" Kayla persists.
"Arghh Kayla" I whine.
"Ok, ok fine I'll leave you alone"
"Thank you, your so kind" I say sarcastically.
We continue to talk about school and our plans for the weekend. Before I know it I've said good bye to Kayla and I'm home. I quickly dump my school bag in my room and lock the door to my house.
I arrive in the woods at 3:45, I'm a bit early but it gives me time to calm my nerves. "Come on Belle you can do this" I mutter under my breath. I get my phone out of my pocket and start playing cut the rope.
Before I know it it's 4pm he's not coming, he's not coming, I think repeatedly. it's now 4:05 I glance up and there he is right in front of me.
"Oh, hi" I smile
"Hi" he replies, I look at him carefully he's dressed in a pair of dark jeans black converse, a black top and a dark grey zip up hoodie. His dark brown hair is messy and his unreadable eyes are focused on me.
"Done staring" he asks cooly.
"I wasn't staring, I was just looking" I say lamely
"Yeah, ok, soo..." he trails off.
"Do you wanna sit?" I ask gesturing to the ground beside me.
He shrugs but comes closer and sits down with the space of about 10 inches between us.
"Can I see your wrists?" I ask curiously
He rolls his sleeves up reluctantly. I suck in my breath as I see scars crisscrossing his wrist.
"Miles" I begin
"Don't" he cuts me off "I don't want yours or anyone else's pity"
"Why do you do it?" I ask
"Because it helps me forget" he says sadly
"Forget what?" I ask intrigued
"just bad shit" he says
"Miles, I can't help you if you don't open up"
"Belle, its hard, to live a life where you tell no one anything, and then to suddenly spill you'r heart out to some stranger"
"Ok" I smile sadly at him. "So how's your day been"
"Erh, fine I guess" he reply awkwardly
"I'm gonna need more than that Mr" I say bashfully.
"Well first I had chemistry, god I hate chemistry, then I had..." he pauses for a second although considering whether or not to tell me but then continues "art."
"You take art?" I ask surprised
"That's what I just said captain obvious"
"I'm sorry Sargent sarcastic, I was just surprised cause you know your..."
"I'm what?" he asks
"...Hot" it slips out before I can control what I'm saying " I mean mot"
"What" he say thoroughly confused.
"Erh mot means... like mysterious and stuff" I say stupidly.
"Yeah right, so you think I'm hot do you?" he says cockily.
"Nope, I definitely said mot" I say sounding lame. he smirks knowing full well I said he was hot but decides to let it pass. "so you any good at art then?" I question.
"Dunno, it's kind of a hobby"
"Can you show me some on Monday?"
"Yeah I guess" he says like it's no big deal.
"Ok see you Monday then" I smile.
"Going already?"
"Yeah Times flied it 5:30"
"So it is" Miles says sounding surprised
I grab my bag and am about to scramble up when I see a hand hovering above me, I grasp it and use it to pull myself up.
"Thanks" I say letting go of his hand, Miles nods showing he's heard me.
"Oh and hears your jumper" he says while passing me a bag containing my jumper.
"Cheers" I reply casually
"See you around Belle"
"Bye Miles" I say as I turn and walk home.
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