There he is again…

Everyday you’d notice him on your walk to the library, always sat on the bleachers beside the rugby field, smoking a cigarette instead of sat inside with his friends. And to say you’d developed a little bit of a crush on him would be an understatement. But how could you not? He had that broody, quiet demeanour that teenage girls seemed to go mad for.

But you’ve never spoken to him, opting to admire from afar rather than approach him. Because you were quiet too, shy and a little nervous. The concept of approaching him was terrifying. What would you say? Would he think you were pretty or annoying? You’d stumbled over your words, you knew that for certain.

Until today that was. The library was closed due to it being renovated, so you were left stranded. You didn’t like going to the canteen because then you’d be faced with the likes of Bella Wilkinson and her bitchy friends, and also the overall loudness and overwhelming feeling the room gave you.

So you decided to be a little bit brave and go and sit on the bleachers with Feely, meekly approaching next to him, keeping enough room. between them as you take your book and headphones out of your bag, silently sat beside him as you read, your leg bouncing nervously.

After a while of you reading and him silently smoking, he speaks up, “Hey.”