Justin
I sit the journal down on the spot on the sofa next to me. I only got to the fourth page. It was kind of boring, but maybe that's because I couldn't understand it because of the many complex words that I couldn't even pronounce.
It was almost like Shakespeare; that probably made it so confusing. The only thing I could gather was the same old basic love story, a girl and boy meeting each other and experiencing that "love at first sight" shit. But I'm not much of a reader anyways, so every book comes off as boring to me.
I don't even bother flipping through every single page of her academic books. Who gives a shit about math and chemistry anyway?
I sit up from my comfortable but junky sofa and stretch my arms out. I determine whether or not now is a good time to give Scarlett back her books. She's probably going crazy because she can't study for a pop quiz for math. The thought makes me laugh.
But then I'll have an excuse to show up at her flat without her instantly kicking me out, so I decide to make a halt to her torture and grab my car keys, heading out the front door of my apartment.
Scarlett
I wake up from my rather short nap when numerous annoying knocks are pounding on the door. Somehow, I've grown to find them familiar; how loud they are every time, the amount of time left in between each knock, the way I can tell that a fist is knocking instead of knuckles.
I anxiously jump off the comfy couch as to the thrill of me getting my books back, and most importantly my journal. The thought of him reading through them makes my stomach churn.
I'm not even fully awake when I jump up from the couch and almost stumble over. Just as I reach the door, my lazy fingers fumble with the doorknob and I have to squint my eyes almost completely shut when the bright sunlight shines onto me.
I rub my eyes until they adjust to the figure in front of me, and I can tell he's smirking because of my sleepy state.
"Hey, beautiful," Justin's raspy voice says.
I swipe my hand over my whole face just after rubbing my eyes. "What do you need?" I ask, trying to sound like I hadn't noticed that my books aren't missing. What if he doesn't have them?
Justin
When she opened the door, she looked tired as fuck or like she'd just woken up from a nap. Her eyes were droopy and she sleepily but anxiously stumbled out the door. I'm starting to think she realized the absence of her books. No surprise there, being the kind of person she is. I'm not exactly sure what kind that is, but from her first impression she seems like she observes every little detail of something and instantly notices a difference in things, and in this case, it's her books.
"I just wanted to stop by and say hello," I say.
She nods at the ground and her eyes are now concentrated at her feet. "Oh."
There were a few moments of silence before either of spoke again.
She begins speaking. "Um, do you... Have you seen..."
"Your books?" I smirk.
Her face immediately lights up and it makes me smile. What's so important about those damn books anyway?
Scarlett
I was hoping for him to say those words. My face shot up in desire to get them back.
"You have them?" I ask.
He nods and keeps his eyes locked on me.
"Can I have them? Please?" I beg. "I kind of need them..."
"Of course," he says, inching closer to me. "But only if you do me a favor."
What the heck? This doesn't sound good...
"Um... I just... You..." I stutter.
He laughs. "It's only a favor."
"Yeah, but... I shouldn't have to give you something in return. Just give me my books," I say uneasily.
He laughs even more, his eyes almost closing and his dimples appear way deeper than they would if he were barely even smirking. "You should be grateful that I'm even giving them back to you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I'm partially awake now, but not fully. "You should give what's mine back. It's my property." My voice stays quiet, as always.
By now, his chest is almost touching mine.
"You know, I could have just left them on the road." His eyes are mesmerizing attached to mine and I try to look away, but it's too much. "Just wipe that innocent look off your face and listen. Then you'll get your books back."
I sigh and obey him.
"If you want your books back, you need to let me do something with you."
"Do what?"
"You need to let me take you out."
I'm taken aback, although I knew he was already trying to take me out before. "N-no."
His eyes darken for a second and his smirk fades. Although he doesn't make the distance between us any bigger.
"What did you say?" he lowly asks.
I don't say anything and try to step back, but the closed front door doesn't allow me to move back any further.
"I mean..." I begin.
"Fine, I'll keep your books. Why are they so important to you anyway?" he says, making motions as if he were starting to walk away. His back is almost turned to me and he looks at his motorcycle.
"No, no, wait," I say, taking a step over to him. He can't leave now, I need my journal at least. As much as I hate his idea, I can't let go of all the hard work that's in that book. I don't care much for the school books and A Better World Than This, I have another copy of that book anyway.
He turns around and I can tell he's trying so hard not to let another one of his smirks appear.
"Only if you give me my books first," I rephrase.
"No." he says, now walking toward me. "I don't know if I can trust you with that," he finally smirks again.
In my mind I'm thinking, Oh and I can trust you?
I take a few seconds to respond and I can tell he's getting impatient, but his eyes are hopeful. I let a out a giant breathe before I reply.
"Fine."
"Great. I'll pick you up at seven." He's now walking about to his motorcycle that I recognize from hours ago.
"Wait, seven? Tonight?" I say loudly as his bike obnoxiously starts.
"Seven."
He leaves me at my doorstep now and I'm thinking if he even has my books, he's just using that excuse to take me out.
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