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Chapter 1 : he noticed me
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I looked up from my desk to see that my friend was right. My mystery man had walked into the library with two of his friends.
I felt myself blush instantly as my friend fell back into the seat beside me, she turned to me, nudging me in the side with her elbow.
“Why don’t you go over?” she suggested.
I shook my head as I tried to carry on with my work. But it was proving to be difficult when he was sitting a few desks in front of me, talking and laughing with his friends; I tried as hard as I could to not stare at him.
“I think that he likes you,” my other friend said breaking me from my thoughts, and causing me to turn to look at her so fast I almost cricked my neck.
“What?” I spluttered.
My friends smiled at each other and I was cursing them in my head for getting my hopes up.
“He looks at you a lot.”
“Oh please, he doesn’t even know who I am,” I said my voice quite high now.
“I think that you should go over there.”
I looked at her my eyes wide.
“You can introduce yourself,” she said.
“And make a complete prat of myself.”
“At least it’ll be memorable.”
“I don’t even know his name,” I answered lamely.
I had only known him as my mystery man; it added a sort of… well, a sort of mystery about him. Lame I know, but what am I to call him? The boy whose name I don’t know?
Even my friends didn’t know his name, and he’s in our year. That’s all I really know about him. I’m not in any of his classes so I can’t find out his name that way. And no one that talks to me knows either.
“How long has it been since you first fell in love with him?”
“I’m not in love with him. It’s just a crush.”
The bell rang signalling the start of lunch. We all gathered our books and headed out of the library. I noticed that my mystery man had grabbed his books too.
“You don’t even know the guys name,” Maddie said as we exited the library and joined the crowd of students heading towards the Great Hall.
“Yeah, well, neither do you,” lame comeback I know but it’s all I had at the time.
“So? I’m not the one who has a crush on him.”
My friend had a point. I sighed as we walked down the crowded corridor.
“I need help.”
“No. all you need is a little push.” my friend said. I frowned at her not liking the expression on her face.
“What are you -” I began to ask, but noticed that she wasn’t looking at me she was looking behind her.
“Maddie,” I said, “What are you on about?”
But she didn’t answer instead she turned to me quickly muttering an apology. And before I knew it she had pushed me, causing me to fall into the person beside me. I fell to my knees dropping my books, causing them to scatter everywhere.
“Are you okay?” someone asked. More than likely the person I was pushed into. Seriously! What the hell was Maddie thinking?
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said as I started to make a grab for my books. I needed to save them from getting trampled by the crowd, who didn’t feel the need to come to my rescue. I could have seriously been hurt and no one cared, except the person I had been pushed into.
“Here, let me help you,” the person bent down next to me.
“No, that’s okay, I can…” I looked up as I said these words, “…manage,” I finished. I can’t believe it. My mystery man had come to my rescue. Well I had fallen into him. Stop ruining the moment I told myself.
He looked at me oddly as I continued to stare at him. Oh no, so not the first impression I wanted to make.
“Are you sure that you’re ok? You haven’t banged your head or anything have you?” he asked concerned, I shook my head stupidly as I continued to stare at him; I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. He reached forward and picked up one of my books passing it to me.
I smiled as I looked up into those blue eyes I had previously only seen at a distance, his smile spread across his face as he picked up another one of my fallen books. I pushed my red hair out of my face and stood up.
“Here,” he said, “You might need this.”
“Thanks,” I managed to stutter out. I felt myself going redder, if that was even possible.
“Hey Neville!” someone called from in front of us, causing my mystery man with the piercing blue eyes to turn around.
“Are you coming or not?” the person asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be over in a minute.”
My mystery man, Neville, turned back round to face me.
“It’s nice to meet you…” he stopped when he couldn’t think of my name.
“Amelia,” I said introducing myself.
“I’m Neville,” he said producing a hand, which I more than willingly shook.
“I hope to see you around again,” and with another smile he walked away.
“Bye,” I said softly still feeling the warmth of his hand as I watched him walk away.
“He noticed me,” I said with a smile.
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