The Outcast

Chapter 2

I, Agnes Woodford am a shorty. Like I'm about 5'2. I'm light skin with dark brown eyes and thick, medium length, natural hair.

"Hey," I shout to Charles.

"Hello," he sternly replied.

Charles had a strong English accent. How hot is that right.

I say nothing more and went about my business. As I was on my way to the library I couldn't take him off my mind, like he was just overriding my entire brain.

Ugh. "These books are so fucking dusty," I quietly say to myself.

I had been wanting to find Pride and Prejudice for a while but I couldn't go through all  those dusty ass shit.

"I know right."

I heard a voice on the other side of the shelf say.

Was it? Oh no! Stalker.

Omg!

Was he following me? Or was he on his way here all along?

I ask myself as if I can answer back.

I peek through two books and there his eyes were. He kept a strong gaze.
How creepy. But hot.

I walk around to his side. I try stirring up a conversation.

"Hi, What's your name?"

I ask as if I didn't know.

"Don't act like you don't know," he says with a smirk.

I giggle like a child. Well I was.

Oh and Charles was sixteen by the way. One year older than me. Yay.
 

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Sorry about the short chapters
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