Not Exactly Romeo and Juliet

Not Exactly Romeo and Juliet

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I was home alone on that day. I was sneaking popcorn and watching tv, giggling about how cute the actors looked to myself. I had reached down and grabbed my phone, about to call my best friend Sarah and tell her to come over and watch the Teen Wolf reruns with me, but something stopped me. A soft thud captured my attention. I listened carefully again. A few seconds later I heard another thud. My eyes landed on the window. I debated between getting up to check it out or staying on my very comfortable bed and pretending I couldn't hear it. I stared distractedly at the screen, but another thud made me look to the window again. I looked between it and Dylan O'Brien, who was currently on the screen, and debated in my head. Reluctantly, I got up and groaned. I zombie walked to the window and opened the blinds. Then, I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. There, standing in my back yard, was Thomas Brodie-Sangster, holding a handful of pebbles and staring desperately up at me.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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