Home?

Chapter 2: I got you.

Declan

    Well, hi! I think to myself. This can't be her. She looks so different from last year. She had always been gorgeous but wow! This can't be the girl that hates me but that I am madly in love with. But it is. Ivory Morgan. I get why she hates me. I was a jerk all last year or maybe longer than that. I would always say terrible things about her. I guess when us guys are mean to the girls we like. I have always liked her, well I more than 'like' her and don't know why I do but I do.

Last year she had really bad skin but just because I didn't have it doesn't mean I needed to point it out. I know that now, I just wish I could go in time and take it back. Tell her that she the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and that she is so perfect, that I need to pinch myself to make sure she's real. But I can't and that sucks because I'm not like that at all, anymore. I want her to know that. Well, of course, I want her to know. I want her. I have always wanted her. And until I want to get over her, which I don't, I probably will love her until I get her to feel the same. Which is highly unlikely, as well.

    Wait! Is she staring at me? We are still bending down picking up all the books I want to read this summer. I didn't come here to this library because I know she worked here and loves it here, totally didn't (Yeah, I did!). She is gorgeous. She is the type of girl who doesn't open up to many people. No one, but her friend Taylor, I think that's her name. I don't look at her, I am always looking at Ivory. I like calling her Ivs as my own type of nickname for her. I know she hates it but that's why I am doing it.

    Sometimes I think why do I have to love her and not some girl who actually likes me. Why do I love her short light brown hair, It's just so curly and just it's so cute that she tucked hair behind her ear. Why do I love her beautiful Grey blue eyes. She had an amazing body, I didn't know this until a couple weeks ago when I started coming here every day because she would wear baggy clothe school but school ended 2 weeks ago. It has been getting hotter fast. She has been wearing cute sundresses. Pink, Baby blue, Little Purple, and a lot other colors. But the best one on her is the one she has on now, it's little yellow with a flower designs on the bottom. And for the love god, why do I have to always look for her in a room when I walk in. Why can't I get over the fact that she just always smells of flowers in the spring, Always! She doesn't wear make-up. She only put that stuff on your eyelash, I don't know what it's called. She doesn't even wear lipstick. She doesn't need it. Her lips are just always a little pink color. I love that about her she doesn't care what she looks like. She spends hours getting ready.

    She is really smart. She is the type of girl who is just smart, doesn't have to try too hard to great a good grade in a normal classes but she is in all AP classes. So I have to work hard to be in them with her. I know, I know, that's really weird. My mom thinks it so cute, she wants to meet the girl I have been in love with since I met her in 3rd grade.

    She is still staring at me. I know that she still hates me because when she saw who I was her smile vanish into thin air and she said 'Oh, it's you'. God, I'm so stupid. Why make me so stupid, that's all I want to know. I want to tell her what I feel for her but I'm pretty sure she would leave me there with a bloody nose. That would just make me love her even more. It's kinda, well it's hot when she gets all scary. She is so fearless. When she has something on her mind, she speaks it. And she is so funny and goofy. She is just herself, always herself. Not what other people wanted her to be. She reminds me of my little sister. That thought makes me remember what happened. I feel my the sadness come over me. I am really going hell.

She looked like she was getting even more mad as she is looking at me. Did she see that? No one really looks at me except for a pretty face. She couldn't have seen that, I hope not. If she did it would be a good and bad thing. Good thing she was really looking at me and not just my face. Bad thing somehow it made her hate me even more. Good job, Declan!

We have been bending down for 10 good seconds. I desired to say something because I haven't real have a conversation with her in a long time.

"Hey, Ivs. Long time no see," I said. As it leaves my mouth she rolls her eyes, picks up the rest of the books and stands up. I bolt up next to her.

"I forget how short you are. I have to look down so much it hurts my neck," I say as I take back my books from her with a small smirk on my face.

"Good," She says then she turns to leave go behind the desk. She sits at the computer and types something. Not one time did she look back at me or even give me a meaner comment.

I go up to the desk and stand there. I can feel the smile on my face come from nowhere. I set the books on the desk, then bend down to rest my elbows on the desk with my face in my hands and wait. I know she will say something and if she doesn't, I'm not doing something right.
After a few minutes she sighs and turns to look at me.

I got you!

She is so beautiful, I lose my train of thought. She rolls her eyes again. I think she likes showing me that she hates me. Like I don't already know that.

"What do you want, Mr. Alexander?" She asked. I pull up one eyebrow at the name.

"Mr. Alexander? I'm your teacher now?" I asked. I am getting on her nerves and it's fun. I love messing with her. Not being mean but annoying. I'm good at it.

"Declan, I have to get back to work. And I can't be mean to you because If you go home crying, my boss won't like that. Though it would be funny to see a 6'4" football player cry. Really funny, now that I think of it. What do you want, Declan?" She says with sass.

"There you are! I thought I lost my little sassy friend!" I say

"In your dreams, Alexander." She turns back to the computer.

You have no idea how much you are in my dreams. I want to say to her but think better for it. I have to keep her talking, that is the most she has talked to me. It was all about making me cry but still it's something.

"Well, ... um... can you check these out for me?" I make up something.

"All of them? Are you sure? I can put some of them on hold if you can't read all of them until the due date," She said in her kind business voice, not looking away from the screen.

"Um, well I can read pretty fast. What do you think?" I asked. She thinks about the question she messes with her hair. A couple of perfect little curls falls into her face. I have this strong urge to tuck it behind her ear, like she always does. I raise my hand to actually do it without thinking. I guess, she saw my hand. She looked up at me through her eyelashes questionable. Her eyes turn to my hand which is 5 inches from her face.

"I'm... There... was... I was just... um," I somehow got out as I drop my hand put is at my side I stand up. I can feel my face get warm and I look down. Oh, not now! Why does god hate me so much! I can't have one conversation with not doing something stupid. She can't know, not yet. Not when she still hates me. I have to get her to feel the same or at least until she can stand me. Which will be difficult to do, I feel like.

My face feels a little better. I think I'm in the clear and she isn't looking at me. But nope like I said God and fate hate me. She is. She looks confused and flushed.

WAIT! Is she blushing? Oh, My God. She is. God hates me but not fate, I guess.

"So, um. What I think you should do with the books," She says turning again to the screen "Is you should check out 2 of the bigger books, and I will put these on hold, if you like?" She is hiding behind her hair, now that is adorable.

"Yeah, that would be good," I say then pick out 2 of the books I want. Both are Stephen King's books. She looks down at the books I picked. She turns her head to the side but says nothing. Okay, after this I have to leave. But I extremely don't want to. Then I think of something to say. It could end good or it could mess up the whole thing I have going right now. Here goes nothing.