trust issues

chapter five : line without a hook

Finn's pov

After we got home last night, I could not get her out of my head. I barely slept, and when I did, I fell asleep thinking of her. I even swear I dreamt about her, but I can't seem to remember my dream.

I got ready for school, and headed downstairs to eat breakfast. I need to do something today. I'm not sure what, but I need to know if she thinks about me the way I think about her.

I listen to the radio as I drive to school.

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me

Amelie's pov

8:23. Fuck, I overslept. I put on the first shirt and pair of pants I find, wrap my hair up in a bun, and brush my teeth. I don't even bother to eat breakfast.

I listen to the radio as I get ready.

Mama never really learns how to live by herself

8:38. School starts in about 5 minutes now. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time I'm late to class.

I get to school around 8:50, but don't get to class until almost 9:00. Whoops.

As I walk in, all heads turn to me. Great. I make eye contact with one person though. Finn. The corners of his mouth start to turn up a little. I can't help but grin. It's so embarrassing, I can feel myself turning red.

"Late again, Miss Berkshire. That's the third time this month." Really? Surely it's been more than that.

"Sorry, Ms. Harrison. My alarm didn't go off."

"Please, take your seat." I hear her mumble something to herself, but I can't make out the words.

I take my seat by Isobel, Finn, and Michael, as Ms. Harrison continues with her lesson.

"Al, you don't have an alarm." Isobel whispers to me.

"Yeah but she doesn't know that."

"Ever thought about, I don't know, setting one?"

I shrug my shoulders and smile. She just rolls her eyes. She's right, but I'd probably just sleep through it anyways.

Finn's pov

I was slightly eavesdropping on the conversation between Isobel and Amelie, but mostly just thinking about her walking in this morning. Out of everyone else in the room that was looking at her, she looked straight at me. And then even smiled at me. She might've blushed too. But it could've just been from embarrassment.

As we worked, she started to hum. I remember her doing this in middle school, but it seems she still does it. Isobel and Michael hear it, but don't say anything. I didn't plan to either, until I noticed what she was humming.

     Line Without a Hook, the song I heard in the car this morning. It makes me smile. I don't even mean to, it's just my immediate reaction. Then for some reason, I start to hum with her. Very quietly, but just enough for her to hear me.

     She barely looked up, then her eyes went back to her paper. I saw her start to smile, but she didn't stop humming. I didn't even bother to see if Isobel or Michael noticed. I continued to listen to her, and watch her work. Her smile could light up a room, just everything about her was wonderful.

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During free period, or what school calls study hall, we decided to go to the coffee shop near our school. Logan, Michael, JJ, Isobel, and Evelyn all rode in one car, but said they didn't have enough room for me and Amelie.

Yeah right, Logan drives an SUV.

But I wasn't going to say anything, I wanted to ride with Ame. She didn't mind either so we walked out to the parking lot together.

"Nice car," she told me. "I like this." she said playing with the necklace that hung from my rearview mirror.

"Thanks, my mom gave it to me." I said to her, slightly embarrassed. Her smile faded a bit. Shit, did I say something wrong?

"It's really pretty." she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it'd be prettier on you though." I laughed to cover up my embarrassment, what the fuck am I saying? She smiled and looked up at me. It wasn't a fake, uncomfortable smile, a real smile. Thank god.

I played a song from my phone. Line Without a Hook. It reminded me of her.

    I hope she isn't sick of it. Considering she was humming it this morning, I thought she may have already listened to it today. But she began to hum it again. Slightly louder this time. She wasn't singing, but I could tell she had a great voice.

    I started to imagine her singing to me. I let out a small laugh as I thought about it.

"What?" she scoffed, but giggled a bit.

"Oh nothing, just thinking,"

She smiled, and continued humming. I think she got the message.