Forever Lost In Mind

Chapter 1- The impetuous act

The cold, dry air of December makes myself aware of each breath I take as I see it right in front of me. Snowflakes descend from the sky and as I reach my hand out I catch a glimpse of  all the unique design and size of each one . I approach the building and as I reach for the door handle I sense that this could end in a billion different ways. I grab the handle and pull the door slowly, hearing the bell on the top ring making everyone aware that I have arrived.

I grab people's attention for a moment then a second later it's like I wasn't even there. It's funny how that can change in a matter of seconds. The smell of strong coffee and old paper invade my nostrils as I approach the aisle I'm seeking for.

Once I arrive there I let my eyes search through each of the shelves looking for something eye catching or interesting.

When I look to my left I see a boy with green emerald eyes, and dark brunette hair, messy curls covering part of his eyes. When he turns towards me, I stare in his mesmerizing green eyes for a moment then immediately look away pretending to search through shelves when my mind is rushing with millions of thoughts and feelings.

I take off my earbuds and hide my Walkman and earbuds in my backpack. Afterwards I immediately grab the nearest book and try to look distracted. Ugh why do I get so nervous next to guys.

"So I'm guessing literary fiction is your favorite genre"

I snap my head toward the deep masculine voice and see the mysterious green eyed boy staring at my hands, specifically at my book.

I look around to make sure he's talking to me because see I'm not very approachable. I spend my weekends in bed binge-watching romcoms, sleeping, watching YouTube, or blasting music and dancing like a lunatic in my room. The only "normal" and "social" thing I do is rock climbing lessons on Saturday nights and only because I've been doing it pretty much my whole life.

Once I notice he's talking to me I realize that I have no freaking idea what book I have in between my hands. I was so distracted trying to act distracted I didn't even see what book I picked up.

Once I look at the book title I immediately freeze up. Wow this is great I picked up " The Great Gatsby". I just hate literature fiction books so much but I guess in high school your English teachers just want to make your life so much more miserable by forcing you to read it.

Ms. Laurel told my class "The Great Gatsby" would be the best book we've ever read in our lives. When we finished the book, I'm gonna be honest, I had no idea what it was about and to this day still don't know. I don't like to read deeply through stories and analyze anything. I like to have everything right in the book. Thankfully SparkNotes was there to pass me the final essay we had on the book.

"Um ya, The Great Gatsby is such a great literature book just very deep, you know" I respond sarcastically.

"Actually I don't know care to explain?" he says smirking at me.

Ugh he's being so stubborn and annoying well there goes any chance of me actually being able to stay in the same room with him(no not that way I know you have a dirty mind). I decide I'm not gonna give up and I'm gonna play this game of his.

"Ya so this man named Nick brings two lovers together and is pretty much the matchmaker and happily ever after." I say staring him right in his eyes.

He stands up and walks toward and me and as he gets closer, my breath hitches and I can feel myself sweating everywhere. What does he think he's doing? If he puts a finger on me you already know I'm about to sue his ass and beat his ass!

"So my prediction is wrong then. So what's your favorite genre then, book worm?" He says grabbing the book out of my hands.

Now I've had enough already. Who does he think he is coming near me and calling me names and grabbing things from me? I may be slightly overreacting but still this ain't ok.

"Let's make this simple and number it out Mr.Bold ok?
1. You don't have the right to take something that I had in my hands
2. You also don't have the right to call me names alright Playboy? Your tricks don't work on me
3. Your just annoying me so it would be better for both of us if you just walked yourself out the door thank you very much."

"Woah there if you don't want me calling you Bookworm, what is your real name then, bookworm?" He asks staring right in my eyes.

"You should probably move a few feet back for your own safety, Mr.Bold." I challenge him.

"Why does it make you nervous when I get closer like this?" He says with a smirk splattered on his face, shifting his body closer towards me. Scoffing I grab my backpack and walk anywhere but near him.

"Wait up, I was joking gosh to you have to take everything so personally?" He says chasing behind me. Why doesn't he understand I don't really talk to people, especially guys who are annoying, cocky, arrogant, self centered little di...

"Come on are you gonna respond I know your not deaf and you can speak?"

"Ok lover boy my mom told me not to talk to strangers and run away from them, especially if it's a male. So it's better for your own good to leave me alone or I'll just have a little phone call with the police, or worse my mom." I say whispering. I'm internally fist bumping myself for saying that because usually I would probably just run for it. Where did all this bravery come from?

"Ok I'll leave you alone but on one condition: tell me your name?" Oh my god is he that desperate? As long as he leaves me alone.....

" It's Zara ok? So don't go searching me up on Facebook and stalk me because that would be freakin creep as fu..."

"Ok Zara, nice meeting you. By the way your pants are on backwards if you need any help fixing them I'd be happy to do so." He interrupts me with his original smirk plastered on his face. Oh shit I'm a dumbass and I'm just tired and wanna go home and curl up in my bed because this is the longest conversation I've ever had with a random person, or anyone.

"Ugh whatever, Loser" I respond tiredly walking towards the cafe.
"Can I have an iced almond milk latte please? Make it in the biggest cup size you guys have." I  tell the barista.
I grab my coffee and decide to take a small trip to the mall to take my mind off  the small encounter that happened today and hopefully forget this ever happened.
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Author message~Hey this is me, the dumbegg author. Ya comment and tell me if I should keep writing and count in ur working on this story I don't really know. Ok ya bye!