INSECURE (On Hold)

Chapter 2

"No matter what my path is, my destination is always you."

Ayani

I honestly don't know why people don't like to read books. Books are knowledgable. They are my best friends.

They never judge.
They never tease.
They never look at me with hate.

I picked up reading at the age of ten years. At school teachers took us to the library and I found myself wanting to read the bigger, thicker volumes instead of the much smaller books they gave us. My eyes followed their names when I should have been reading. When I was old enough to get a library pass I was never happier.

"Neil are you sure you don't want to come?"

A voice asked someone.
I could hear the shuffling of feet by the entrance door but I didn't lift my head to inquire who they were. The whole group left except one person, who could be heard walking inside.
Toward the tables.
Or more accurately, toward the table I was sitting.
The person never answered. I didn't know a senior student named Neil. So he must be a new comer.

'Tap,tap'

Someone tapped the desk.
I looked up and felt my heart skip a beat. In front of me was possibly the most good looking teenager I had ever seen. There were a lot of boys at school whom I thought  were cute but, this right here, was beauty.

His skin was darker than mine, deeply tanned and glowing and I immediately wondered if he surfed. It won't be a surprise if he did. He looked like someone who had a lot of hidden talents behind the perfect cover of his skin.
His hair was black but not completely black, as I could see brown at the end of the strands curled behind his ears.
My eyes travelled to the thick and perfectly proportioned brows and finally to the eyes.

Brown eyes.

Eyes that were now looking at me with amusement.
I felt my face heat up as his full lips turned into a playful smirk.
Realising I was still staring, I diverted my gaze lower. I was gifted with the sight of taut fore arms that were peeking from underneath the rolled up sleeves of a navy blue button up. My eyes travelled the tantalising path of raised veins leading to big strong hands with long fingers.
I noted the neatly clipped nails with a smile. I always like clean nails on a male.

"Can I sit here?"

I was roused from my thoughts at the sound of his deep baritone. I silently thanked myself for having the sense of applying concealer to cover the bags underneath my eyes.
If I had not applied it, my face would be as red as a tomato. I mentally cringed at the image of me looking like a zombie.

"Hey?"

Why do I feel like this is going to be a one sided conversation?

While one half of me was excited that a member of  the male species had shown interest in me, the other half was too busy trying to 'warn' me.

He is a player.

Its just an act.

Ignore him.

It must be another bet.

A/N.
What do you think of Ayani? What about Neil? I'm not gonna give up his full name. Not yet anyway.
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