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Chapter 3: Good.

Ivory

    He is still standing there. I really don't want him to make this more awkward than it is already. Please, leave or say something. Why is he being so weird? I keep going over and over in my head. He put his hand close to my face, as if he was going to do something. What was that! He is being... kind of nice and maybe a little bit funny. I had to stop myself a couple times from laughing. He is being annoying. It's better than him saying things he used to. One of the weirdest things he keeps looking at me and just looking. Not saying anything. I am overthinking it. There probably something on my face and he keeps looking at it.

    I check out the 2 books that he wants. Both are some of Stephen King's. I never like the scary type of books. I can't even take the Saw movie. I tried and couldn't sleep for a week. I would have never guessed he liked horror books. I would have never guessed he reads. I always thought he was too busy partying with his 'so cool' friends.

I finished all the work for the books. I pick the scanner to scan the 2 books. I get up to work to get the papers to give him. I go back and sit down and turn to the computer to more in it. When I am done, I turn to him not looking still a little red from the whole hand thing.

"Okay, there you are. These are due on June, 23rd. If they are late, they will be 5 cents a day that they're late," I say as I push the books back to him. I look at the date. "So, these are to be here in 2 weeks. But if you finish one, bring back that one then start reading that one. Better safe than sorry."

"Okay, well...um. Thanks, Ivs!"

I hate that nickname, well I don't hate it. I just don't like how no else calls me that. As if it's his own name for me. Whatever! I think as I hear my boss call for me on from the back.

"Just a second! I'm with a reader!" I call to her. I turn back to him. Why won't he leave? Why Is he looking at me that way? He thinks I don't know he that stares at me but he is not very good at hiding it at all. I never thought much of it. Always thought he was thinking of meaner things to say, I sure was!

I nodded my head and gave him a kind smile as in telling him that I have to go and have a nice day. As I turn to leave, I get to the door.

"I'm sorry, Ivory," he whispers. I almost missed it. What is he sorry for? Wait. Is he apologizing for the way he treated me? If he wanted forgiveness than he should have asked for a long time ago or not even do it to me in the first place. I want to get mad. I want to get extremely unconditionally mad, to scream at the top of my lungs that he shouldn't be asking for forgiveness. He should be asking me not to kill him but I can't. For the past 20 minutes he's been nothing but nice to me. Getting on my nerves but not making me feel bad about myself. Well, except maybe for me being short! I can't help being 5'2". Also, what is weird? He called me by my name not the stupid nickname he has.

"Declan, what did you say? I didn't hear you very well."

"I said I was sorry," he says in a louder voice and looks up at me. There's that look again!

"Why?"

"Miss Morgan! I'm going to drop this! Help!" I hear my boss again.

I don't know what to know what to do. I want to know why he is apologizing. But I do need to help my boss. My job would be on the line. So, I turn around and walk in the back without looking at him.

I found my boss at a shelf holds books but some books are about to fall on her. That hurts, I have done to many times. I run to help her. I got the books from the top, put them on a table nearby.

"Oh, thank you! You're a doll. That was killing my back!" Mrs. Paige says.

I absolutely adore her. She is extremely funny. She has a beautiful personality. I have never seen her upset, angry, or even a little sassy to any of the readers who come in. She's barely even 30. She's gorgeous. With her long straight red hair, fair skin, bright brown eyes, and tall skinny frame.