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“Yeah, definitely. That’s what the library’s for anyway. I just didn’t expect anyone one to be here so late after school. By this time, everyone’s either left or are here for sports.”

“Right. Well, if you couldn’t tell already, I’m not everyone else. So, what are you here for, then?”

“Uhm..” He couldn’t place that tone— Well, he COULD, but he couldn’t have said what any of it meant to him, if his life depended on it. He shifted uncomfortably — crossed his arms across his chest; gaze suddenly boring into the gum-stained linoleum at their feet. (He couldn’t even have said that he hadn’t thought of her since that  Saturday detention — or about the kiss she’d cut short as his dad had pulled up to the  school.)

It seemed like FOREVER until he finally spoke. She honestly didn’t know why she even cared so much to even asking. Just knowing what he would say. She wasn’t one of his jock buddies, or one of the rich, popular girls like Claire. She was just a nobody. But she was also a nobody who hoped, that even for a second, that someone would CARE about her.

Arms wrap around her torso, slightly hunching over herself. Converse kicked idly at the floor as she thought about her response. And clearly, it was going to be something along the lines as to what Andrew wanted to hear.

“Well aren’t you flattering?” JD simply smirked at her words. It was no surprise to him what people thought, and creep was one thought that was often thrown around.

“Me?" Just the singular word was deadpanned in response, almost glaring at him underneath her curtain of hair. Anyone would know that she wasn’t actively seeking to be caught in something like this. But oh well.

          ❛ alright, whatever, then. tell it to your therapist for all I care, sweetheart. ❜ 

          he has the compulsion to snap, arms crossed tight across his chest & one hip popped ever so slightly to the side. 

Brows raise as he continued, soon followed by a roll of her eyes. Something that basically comes to her with ease.

“I would be honored. Truly. At least my talents go into something other than other people’s business.”

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Well, CRAP. It was her. Of ALL the people to be roped into a weekend detention (or of ALL the times for her to decide to lurk at the back of the library for literally no reason), of COURSE it had to be the day he was there. 

It might not be a coincidence. Sure, it sounded self-centred (and it took the majority of his self- control to not stare at her) —— but she might have heard he’d be there, and she might have  decided to tag along. It was probably the only  place he felt free to talk to her, anyway. 

To say the least, this hadn’t worked out as she had thought. Not when he was there, too. She would figure that he, out of all people, would stay out of trouble given what happened last time. Then again, she wasn’t very surprised that he didn’t.

And it wasn’t like anyone could blame her for staring. Putting all manners aside, she knew. But she couldn’t exactly help it. However, it didn’t last very long, as he was turning around to face her. Well, there was no use in hiding the fact.

Chuckling softly, he flicked the blade back and shoved it into his coat pocket. He seemed to have made his point.

And his chuckling didn’t do much to make things better, more or less making her irritated with him getting his way. Talking about watching her.

          ❛ honey, please. you always look freaky not CAGEY. so –– you could tell me what’s wrong, or you could not tell me & feel generally dissatisfied with life because you don’t confide in anyone. ❜ 

          he crosses his arms, habitually popping a hip along with it & adds as an afterthought– 

“Gee, thanks for that.” Then she was silent once again, narrowing her eyes on him before she was rolling them.

“Stop lookin’ like a wet rag, will ya’ ? “