It's been days since I talked to Sally. After she stormed off in anger by the way I acted, she stopped talking to me entirely. She's even sitting with another group at lunch. She just sat at a table with a bunch of people we don't even know. She looked like Ron's girlfriend in Harry Potter after they broke up, it was really scary.

"Damn, she's annoying," I say, munching on something.

"Who?" Alex asks, her tone bored.

"Sally, of course." I look Alex in the eyes and she looks at mine, there's like a little contest going on between us, but then she rolls her eyes, breaking the contact.

"I can't believe you did that," Alex mumbles, she's still mad at my whole game with Sally. Alex hasn't been her usual perky self because of it.

I roll my eyes.

"You two, are just, ugh... " she doesn't continue her thought, she looks away towards Sally who's behind her at another lunch table, "You know," Alex continues, wiping her head back towards me, "Why did you have to go and do that, you know she likes him, you made a fool out of her?"

I roll my eyes. Alex's behavior is shocking me, but I keep it cool, not letting it be noticed.

"It doesn't matter, he probably doesn't even remember about it,"

She scoffs in return, "That's the problem, Andrew probably doesn't even remember her,"

"Good, finally, one boy that doesn't want her," I mumble, loud enough for her to hear me.

She gasps and I just roll my eyes in return.

"I don't know if I can talk to you anymore!" She declares, pouting with her arms crossed over her, head high in determination like a little kid when they're mad.

She turns her head to the side, trying to make a point, but Alex is too kind and naïve, she probably thinks I'll come around in a mere second, but she's wrong, just like everybody's wrong about me.

I stand up, grabbing my tray with me.

"Good, I've had enough of you, you should probably join Sally, you two belong together."

I smirk, slightly glaring as I flip my brown hair. I watch as Tom and Alex look at me in confusion with their eyes wide in worry and I just walk right past them.

To be honest, I'm quite surprised by my reaction too, this is so unlike me, I would never flip my hair. I feel a shudder of disgust as the action of me flipping my hair sinks in.

"Eww."

I continue walking anyway, not knowing my destination, the disgust shivering out of me as I leave the wide lunchroom, walking down the scattered round tables.

I walk fast, anger boiling in me, I feel like I'm zooming by like the Flash. No longer in the lunchroom, now in the dusty green hallway and just as I figure out where I'm going, I'm hit head and body first, planted on a soft yet strong surface.

What the fuck?

I looked up, I guess I closed my eyes immediately after hitting the object.

A pair of green eyes looked down on me, soft and hypnotizing as the brown outlined the rest of these mysterious eyes.

"Uh-huh." I forget everything that I was thinking about before as I look up into Andrew's eyes.

"Well hello, stranger," he greets with a cocky smile, his cheeks turning up as he winks.

I giggle, feeling a blush rise up my cheeks.

"Where you going?"

"Uh-huh?" Just as those sounds come out, I shut my mouth, my eyes wide from my response as I suddenly feel self-conscious. god, I'm such an idiot.

He smiles.

His smile causes me to melt, and I'm no longer afraid to talk.

"The library," I say, my voice sounding like a whisper, helpless and lost,"Wanna come?" I look down, suddenly shy.

"Sure," he whispers with the same volume of my voice, yet he sounds confident as he speaks.

His voice intrigues me to look up at him again, and I blush once I look back into his green eyes.

He smiles, his eyes getting lost in mine. I feel relief as I look into his eyes, like nothing can touch me as I examine his perfect features, his eyes telling a whole story of love and pain, a rollercoaster of thoughts in his head. My eyes glow brighter at the way he looks at me, feeling comforted and I slowly begin scanning his face, my vision then landing onto his lips.
A blush rises up my cheeks, bubbly inside at the thought of his lips, pink and soft, perfect and beautiful.

Looking away from his lips, my gaze finds their way back to his eyes.

A soft smile forms on my lips as I grow comfortable again with his warm eyes looking back at mine.

"Let's go then," I decide with a hidden blush underneath my excited grin instead.

I grab hold of his hand and lead the way to the library.

We zoom past the classes to reach the library at the end of the empty hall. Finally reaching it, I feel exhausted.

The closed brown doors, welcoming even though they're closed, show off a cozy and mysterious side to them as small specks of light shine through the small windows outlining the top of these two doors. Once we open them wide open, the doors swing to the sides, announcing the spacious room behind them.

A long window flies across the whole wall in front of us, engulfing us with the warm embrace of the sun, covered by a few bushes and trees too.

To the left, small rows of brown bookcases take their place. To the right are cozy chairs sitting in between a comfortable strawberry colored couch, no longer any books as their place seems to be on the other side. A colorful rug lays on the floor, covering the space underneath the couch and farther away where there are some small plastic round tables. The plastic tables look miniature beside the light brown circular counter top that seemed to be a registration part of this library to receive books, but this library never gets used, not even a librarian is in here, yet it still seems maintained with everything looked lined up to their perfect spots, it looks almost like a kindergarten room.

I look up at Andrew.

"Come on," I urged with the nod of my head, our eyes locking, leading him towards the couch and chairs and we sat down.

He smiles.

It's so awkward between us, everything that's happened and yet we act like we don't know each other. Which is kind of true, but how come I'm risking everything so quickly for this guy?

I wanna act mad, or something that I know how to express without being confused, but when I look into his eyes, only peace comes my way, which gets me even more frustrated but I just can't get myself to actually be mad. 

Ugh

I look away from him and then back at him, balancing myself and my feelings as the silence between us begins to grow comfortable.

His cheeks turn up, as if he's got some mischievous plan and I can't help but curve my lips along with his, my laugh coming with. The sound interrupts the silence and surprises me but I continue making it. Andrew's smile grows as he observes me and then he begins to join in as well, the room echoing with the sound like a wave.

The laughs slowly fade and I lean back into the cozy pink chair.

"We're so awkward," I breathe out once the akward laugh leaves us.

"Ya...we are," he agrees.

He looks away towards the wide window, letting the sunlight bounce off into this room, letting it illuminate his skin; he's so beautiful under the sun.

He turns his head back to me.

"Let's play a game," he suggests, a slight smirk to his lips, as if they're permanently stuck on him as he gives me a sweet grin, intriguing me.

"Oh, no, is this going to be a truth or dare?" I groan.

"No." He chuckles in response, "but maybe it's another game, it involves physicality,"

My eyes widen, what does he mean?

My heart begins to race as I watch what he'll do next, eyeing him in suspicion.

I take in his every movement as he slowly slides off his chair. His hand moving slowly down to his legs, eye contact never breaking between us as he takes in my every reaction.

My eyes bounce to his traveling hand and then back to his eyes.

It's as if he's going to grab something as he reaches for the floor.

My heart is still caught in my chest, heart beating as I look at him in confusion, he continues looking right back at me, his eyes twinkling in mischief.

Scared to find out what's going to happen, I stand up, protecting myself maybe.

We continue staring at each other that I don't realize what his plan is.

Only for a second, the eye contact breaks, he looks away towards the floor, cautious to make every move right before looking back at me.

Growing confused, I see a pillow in his hand, what kind of physicality is going to happen?!

My eyes dart in between the pillow in his hand to his beautiful eyes, growing wary, feeling like backing away.

"You ready?" he asks, his eyes still twinkling in mischief.

I don't manage to make out a reply, I just step back and shake my head a bit.

He chuckles and in a swift movement gets up and swings the pillow towards me, the soft pillow hitting me straight in the head.

I gasp at the unexpectancy.

He laughs, "Bullseye!"

"Hey!" I squeak, finally registering what's going on.

I search around me, probably looking helpless, and then finally I spot a pillow. I grab the colorful pillow and throw it as hard as I can, hitting him in the chest.

He responds with fake hurt in his eyes as he groans.

"Oh, you've shot me," he cries.

I laugh, and use this as an opportunity to grab another pillow.

He can see me searching and grabs the pillow I hit him with and hits me again, right in the butt, after all, I did turn around.

My stupid self.

"Hey!"

"What? You turned around!" He accuses.

"To grab a pillow!" I fuss in return, grabbing a pillow and throwing it right back at him, but he blocks it and throws it at me.

I take a run for it.

"Oh, no, you don't," he calls.

I squeal as I look behind me, finding an Andrew running after me.

I laugh, running around the small library, dodging the corners and turns, hiding between bookcases, but he's just so fast.

So close to me, just right by my ear, I yelp as I continue running. We've taken a whole loop around the bookcases.

"Nooooo!" I whine.

"I got you," he yells in return.

"No!" I squeal in return, but it's too late, because he's tackled me down, his hands wrapped around my waist and our bodies collide to the rug of the library.

We're a sweaty mess, laughing hysterically once we hit the ground.

"Andrew!" I cry in laughter.

"Nina!" he mocks my voice, making me giggle more.

I twist and turn to face him, looking into his eyes and I giggle a little bit more, before I realize how close we are.

His arms still haven't left my sides, his face is a mere inch away from mine, oh, and his lips.

I look at them, my heart beginning to race in anticipation.

He looks at mine too.

"Nina," he says in his natural voice now, my name sounding different under his tongue, soft and curious.

I shake my head, looking away.

I sit up, his arms dispersing.

"I have to go," I declare, my voice no longer happy.

I stand up and walk out, not giving a second glance.