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i keep an eyeful watch on him as he walks into the cafeteria, inserting a pair of worn out earbuds into his ears and cranking up the volume on the old ipod in his hand. he nods along to the beat of the music, which i imagine is heavy metal, or some other mysterious music choice for the mysterious boy.

i'm being creepy and highly judgmental-two things i swore to myself i'd never be. i quickly look away, staring at my hands.

well i suppose it's not creepy if i just happen to see him as i do a quick glance around the cafeteria.

allowing my eyes to flit over to him once more, i find that he's settled into a table in the corner of the cafeteria, a peach in hand. i watch as he pulls out a book, but i can't make out the cover. should've brought my glasses, darn it. he takes a large bite out of the fruit, some of the nectar dribbling down his chin. my fingers itch to wipe it away.

i frown at my behavior. and you said you weren't going to be creepy the voice in my head mocks, but i shake it off. something about this boy was so intriguing. a few strands of his ebony hair falls onto his face and he brushes it away, leaving me wondering if it's as soft as it looks.

for the rest of lunch, i stare at him, telling myself that i hope he doesn't notice. but deep down, i know i wouldn't exactly mind if he looked up. you read too many cliches. i shake my head in agreement with my subconscious, then quickly stop, realizing i what i must look like in someone else's eyes.

the bell suddenly rings, and everyone gets up and rushes out of the building in a hurry. but i linger to watch the fascinating boy who sits in the corner and reads books silently. taking out a piece of binder paper, i proceed to rip it into squares, slowly placing them individually into my backpack to buy myself time.

after the crowd of anxious students disperses, he gets up to leave, and almost as if he felt my eyes burning holes into the back of his head, he turns around and our eyes meet, before he quickly turns back around and walks out the door briskly. my heart drops, that doesn't happen in the books, but then again, what was i expecting from a boy who has only uttered five words this whole school year?

shaking off the thought, i rush out of the door, trying hard not to frantically run to my next class, which so happens to be across campus. already slacking because of a boy the voice in my head taunts. i roll my eyes.

when i finally get to class-about five seconds before the bell rings, might i add-i come to a small conclusion.

the unobtrusive boy in the corner looks as lonely as i feel.

a/n

talia38188 who continuously supports me, i don't deserve her x