"That" girl

Chapter 7

*a few weeks later*

My life is bore.

Every day passes. The same things happen. Same classes. Same people. Same everything.

Except today, when I walked into first period, there was someone sitting in my seat. A boy. Sitting in my seat.

I froze and stared at him. WHY WAS I STARING?! I probably seemed creepy, but he was looking down at some papers so he didn't see me. I couldn't help but stare at his chocolate-colored hair. And the way it fell over his green eyes.

And suddenly, those eyes were piercing my soul.

He saw me looking and smirked.

"Hey. I'm new here," he said. "The name's Jack."

Jack was still staring. Why was he staring? oh wait...

"Umm hi, well umm that's actually my seat so..." I trailed off. Ok, but I was so awkward. I didn't want him thinking I was some rude weirdo, but he was sitting in my seat. My nice secluded seat in the back.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Here, I'll move," he quickly said, grabbing his papers. He tossed his books on the desk next to mine. "Does anyone sit here?" he asked, staring at me.

"Just some girl. I think her name's Ella or something. Just beware, she can be vicious sometimes."

"Well I've been warned now," he replied, sitting in his new seat.

Ella's going to be mad.

I plop down into my seat, pulling out my book to escape the awkwardness. Just as I'm about to start reading, he perks up in his seat.

"Oh. My. God," he practically shouts. My book flies shut.

"What?!" I ask, my eyes wide with surprise. He had no right to interrupt my reading, and he was probably going to say something stupid. Like how weird I was for reading.

"I thought I was the only one who was in love with The Maze Runner!" he says eagerly.

Oh my god. This is not happening. Is this happening?! oh my god, it is.

"No ohmigod I'm absolutely obsessed with it!" I say after staring open-mouthed at him in surprise. I can not believe that there is finally someone who likes The Maze Runner. Everyone thinks I'm weird for reading a book about "a bunch of weirdos solving mazes."

"You do not know how much I wished for someone to understand my love for running through mazes," he says with a big smile consuming his face.

"And yet I was here thinking I was the only one," I laugh.

"I never got your name," he says, his eyebrows quirking up.

"Umm Melanie," I stammer.

Just then, a mob of people walk in through the door, cutting off our conversation with their loud voices. And at the front of the crowd, arguing with everyone else, is that Ella girl. She sees Jack in her seat and stops. She then proceeds to march over and glare at him.

"Get out of my seat," she says, no emotion behind her order. Jack looks uncomfortable, but he is saved when the teacher walks in, noticing him and realizing the problem with Ella.

"Ella, is it ok if you move over a seat? Jack is new here and I think that you'd be fine with moving over a seat," the teacher says.

After a bit of arguing, Ella angrily sits down, pulling out her laptop and headphones.

Jack leans over to whisper to me, "you warned me." I giggle despite telling myself not to let him get to me. There's just something about him that makes it easy to talk to him. Maybe it's the fact that he reads.

Or maybe it's something else.