Noon arrived and all the students went to the self and then sat down at a group table. Annie did not say anything when the staff served her mashed potatoes that had a funny shape, finally .. You tell me, a self who serves good food, it does not exist. There were still several choices for desserts: yogurt, fruit, cakes ... Well, all were frozen, of course. She took her tray and walked away from the others, to a table where only two people ate. Spinning her fork in her purée, the blonde stared at her without a word when someone called to him.
- Can I sit down? Armin asked politely with a smile.
- If you want, Annie shifted to make room for him.
A long silence settled between them, Armin could notice that Annie and the conversation, that made two. He searched desperately for something to say and quickly found:
- Before coming here, where did you live?
- In the North, near Lille.
- The sun are you missing? he teased.
- A little just answered the blonde by staring at her plate.
- Not very talkative to what I see? Armin added, tilting his head to try to draw Annie's eyes to him.
Annie finally looked up at him and stared at him for a few minutes. Armin's breath stopped and did not move anymore, while trying to keep a smiling face while he was completely destabilized by his blue eyes. It was a very beautiful teenager, that he could admit, but not the most sociable, but it was not serious, it will be his first challenge, try to communicate with her.- You have hobbies ?
- Do Nothing.
- Really ? Nothing ? asked Armin.
- And you ? Annie said, turning her head toward him.
- Reading, photography, traveling ...
- And why ?
- And read well, you can imagine the stories in your head, photography because you can take pictures of landscapes, and to complete the journey to discover new places.
- I like donuts.
- Funny passion smiles Armin raising an eyebrow.
Annie shrugged and finished off her plate with disgust, as did Armin, who did not seem happy with today's dish of self. After classes, he had offered to visit the market of the city, the blonde was not too agree before but he had insisted so much so she came so she finally give in. On the other hand, she had to keep an eye on the hour, if she came home late and her father saw it, she was screwed.
After class, Armin was waiting for Annie to search his locker. She closed it and joined him outside. It must have been four o'clock and the sun was still in the sky, illuminating the entire city. The two teenagers walked in the center, and arrived at the market, the traders sold several things: jewels, sweets, gifts, souvenirs, clothes ... Annie looked carefully at what was when she felt a hand resting on her shoulder, Armin handed him a bag:-It seems that you like this kind of pastries, he smiles.
Annie raised an eyebrow and grabbed it before opening it, her eyes widening when she saw the donuts at the bottom.
- Me ... Thank you she took it.
- You're welcome, he smiled.
The blonde was ready to eat when she suddenly heard the gurgling belly of the blonde, who coughed for it to go unnoticed. Admit it has been done. Annie cut her donuts in half and handed half to Armin, who looked up at her in astonishment. He thanked her and swallowed the cake before continuing to walk among passersby who came here to buy things. Annie did not really like the crowd, she felt locked up, oppressed, that's why she never went there. She felt a hand slip into his, freezing her, she tried to pull it away, but Armin closed his grip. In reality, it would annoy him to lose her in the crowd. Annie did everything to control her red cheeks, while the blond avoided passersby, always hand in hand. She glanced at her watch, slim she had to go back before her father arrived!
-Armin, I have to go, she said, gently pulling her hand so that he could stop walking.
- Already?
- Yes, my father will ... worry if I don't return, I promised him 17 hours she lied.
- You want me to come with you ?
- No thank you it will go, thank you for this little ride.
- Will you send me a message? he smiles.
- Why ? asked Annie, raising an eyebrow.
- To make sure you're back home.
VOUS LISEZ
Alone.
Teen Fiction"Avant j'étais sa fille, aujourd'hui je suis une connasse." "Before, i was his daughter, today i'm a bitch." [Français/English] (- 16 ans: violence) Meilleurs Classements: 2018: #8 Dans Dépression