Elijahs pov
stop smiling. Smile. Blink. Laugh. Stop smiling.
Thats how she worked. You could tell she was never happy and i always felt guilty that part of it was from me, yet her name flickered in my head. Aleah. Aleah. Aleah.
My pencil flew out of my hand, snapping me back to reality.
“Your so clumsy Elijah god” laughed the auburn haired boy, my friend, Lucas. I chuckled slightly and nodded starting to bend down to pick up my pencil. A small hand touched mine and i looked up, meeting her familiar eyes.
“oh.. uhm...” she blushed a little and smiled, making me smile back. “You dropped your pencil..” she looked down, taking the pencil and handing it to me.
“Y-yeah.. thanks” i said, my words stumbling as they came out. She nodded quickly and stood up, walking back to her seat. God i wish this happened everyday...
“Sit down!” The teacher snapped, i hated when he did that.. she would always bite her lip and look down, something she did that indicated she was sad.
I’ve taken notice to all the things she does and how certain things affect those over time. Like how she often bounces her leg - of which people with anxiety tend to do - and bites her lip. And she can get mad at the slightest things but ends up even more upset in the end. Like how she hates feeling like she’s not enough.
Like how whenever she looked up they first glanced at me.
a/n
I know this is very short- but im just getting started and want to know what you guys think so far. I know its not much but i really hope we can get somewhere :)
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