Everyone has their flaws. Some more than others. And some are good at hiding them.
Noa Alvrezea, an asocial, grunge-loving high schooler takes no crap from anyone. She hates anyone that grasps onto popularity and superficial instances. Her cold she...
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My mind was made up at the dance.
I had to make Noa mine.
As overly obsessive that may sound, it was meant with good intent.
I realized the feelings I felt for her were way beyond a simple friendship level, and I desperately wanted to show her how much I cared and felt for her.
Heck, after she had poured her heart out to me about her dad and ex-best friend and it being the reason for her lack of trust for everyone, I wanted to just hold her forever. I wanted to be that blanket of comfort for her.
I wanted nothing more than to tell her that I was falling in love with her, which I almost had let slip out. I even covered it up with some lame excuse.
Regardless, I had to tell her, but my problem was I couldn't get myself to tell her. I was so afraid of getting rejected, and she was the queen of rejection.
At least, that's what I had thought.
One moment as we were studying at the library, I finally gained the courage to ask her out on an actual date. I would ask her to study constantly. And by constantly, almost every day I didn't have lacrosse practice.
She, of course, agreed most days.
...
"Keep tapping your pen like that, and I'll fling it across this room." She looked up from her textbook, eyes narrowed in a playful fashion. Her natural hair color of a golden brown was starting to peek through from her roots, which contrasted from the rest of her pink strands.
"That's not very nice," I said, frowning in a teasing manner.
"I know, and I don't care," she remarked back, sticking her tongue out at me to which I chuckled at.
After, we both went back to studying for a few more minutes; I had resorted from nervously tapping my pen to bouncing my leg. She took notice and placed her hand closest to me on my bouncing leg.
"Geez, how much caffeine did you have today?" She kept her hand on my leg as she asked. I felt my cheeks burn at the touch.
"Uh none." She raised an eyebrow at my answer.
"None? Then what are you nervous about? This chemistry exam is going to be a piece of cake if that's what it is." Her eyes probed me for an explanation.
I scratched the back of my neck. "I'm not nervous about the exam. We've been studying for it for awhile." I kept telling myself to just say it, but the fear of rejection was still there.
"Okay...what is it then?" Her hand still hadn't moved from my leg. I think she even squeezed it more than before.
"I-" I coughed a bit before continuing, "-I was wondering if you wanted to-um-if you would like to go on a date with me?" I'm sure my cheeks were bright red by the time I sputtered out the question. My whole body was profusely sweating at this point.
