abigail's pov
should i talk to him?
what do i do?
uhh, i think i'm gonna talk to him.
i walked near the records that he was currently looking at,
no no no, i can't do this.
he's probably gonna hate me.
i backed away from the records.
he turned and looked at me,
he sent me a weak smile and said
"excuse me? do you work here? if so do you know where the aerosmith records are?"
i stood there just looking at him while biting my nails.
i finally spoke
"i don't work here but, they're uh, right over here" i say directing him to the records that were in a bookshelf pushed against a wall in the back behind racks of other things
"thanks, wait do i know you from somewhere?" he asked looking at me like he was inspecting every aspect of my face"we have geometry together, you sit in front of me" i say fidgeting with my diary in my hand
"well, i'm caleb and i'm glad we got to meet" he says smiling at me then picking up a record and walking to the cash register
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hurting
Teen Fictionthis is about a girl named abigail. this book may be triggering. i hope you like it.