𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 | 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚

Two

"I got your book"

I was determined to get to know her. She was enchanting in my eyes. That night I sat outside my apartment door waving and greeting anyone that walked by. It's was getting really late almost about 12:00. I was tempted to to go inside, but then something caught my eye. The thing she dropped. It was a journal. Brown with a string that held it closed.

I don't want to be nosey. Ugh. She won't notice. I opened the book and slowly skimmed threw the pages. It was pictures of random people. Just bunches of people. Drawings. They where so good. Like something you would see in an art gallery. It shocked me. I hear footsteps. And I quickly close the book, tying it back up.

I look up and see her pale face. Beautiful face. Her red hair flowing behind her.

"I got your book" I say hoping she wouldn't say something rude. "How the hell do you have my book?!" She almost yelled. She was getting angry. You could see her face getting red by the second. Something gleamed in her eyes and she quickly looked down "look you drop-" I didn't get to finish my sentence she quickly snatched the book out of my hand.

She storms off. I look down and wonder why her eyes turned like that. Little did she know on the back of her book on a sticky note Millie wrote "call me 6549831428 xoxo"

(A/n: welp that sucked but I tried:)  )