Take Notes

Chapter 4

Why do you hate me so much?

I guess you could say that totally took me by surprise. Even though it was an incredibly dumb question, I still wondered how he knew...

I took off the yellow paper that I seem to have gotten so used to, and put it in the pile with the rest of them. That was the last book, thankfully. He's so dead. Seriously, I met the guy yesterday and he's already getting on my nerves. If his idea of getting me to like him is to write these beautifully written post-it notes it's not working.

I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind. Yes, yes Juliet. You can do this.

I am actually an extremely confident person when I want to be, especially to people I don't like. Boy is he in for it.

I picked up the mini stack of post-its and chucked it in the bin rather forcefully I might add.

I stormed off in the direction of fiction A (Where all the books with authors names starting with A are) I really need to flick the pages of a book.

I have this tendency to flick the pages of a book whenever I am nervous, scared, anxious or even angry. I've been doing this ever since I was 6. Nothing has changed unfortunately.

As I swiftly turned into fiction A, Alex was sitting on the beanbag that I always sit on, reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I could feel the anger boiling inside of me. Ready to explode. But no, I am in a bookshop and I refuse to blow my top.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I screamed unable to contain my anxiety. So much for that. "I understand that you can't communicate very well but why do you have to be so annoying? Just stop it! Maybe it's a good thing that you don't speak!" I realised immediately after those words left my mouth what I had just said and how much I regretted it.

He looked up at me in shock and I could be mistaken, but a miserable look took over his face. However it quickly changed to something else... Anger.

He brought out his notepad roughly and already had a pen in his hand. Wait what?

He began scribbling furiously on the page, seeming determined to finish as fast as he could.

Once he finished, he ripped out the paper and thrust it in my hand. With a look of misery and anger. And with that, he walked off leaving me with his message.

Just because I can't speak doesn't mean I am cold-hearted.

Just because I can't communicate with my mouth doesn't mean I won't communicate at all.

Just because I laughed at something you did doesn't mean I don't like you and don't want to be your friend.

If your best defence is to rub in the fact that I can't speak, then you need to work on your insults because it doesn't affect me that you pick on me not speaking. I'd actually prefer, if you tell me to stop rather than attempt to hurt me. If you want me to stop, so be it.

I hate him, I hate myself.

Even though he annoys the hell out of me, it still wasn't even remotely correct to pick on something that he can't do. Especially something as sore as him not speaking.

But that doesn't mean that he has won my sympathy or friendship. Oh hell no. He is still the arrogant jerk that I know. And nothing will change that.

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That's what she thought.

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Okay, so I don't usually write A/Ns but I just wanted to say that this is my first book on Wattpad and I am so grateful to have readers.

Sorry this is a short chapter, I have tests coming up and I need to study for them!

Will update as soon as I can.

What do you think so far?

Will Juliet change her feelings for Alex?