Chapitre Trois

He seemed different from the boy I saw in the room just a few moments ago. Now, he was cheerful…and he was striking a conversation with the resident loser who goes by the name Charlotte Margaret Messing.

"It's Charley." I replied simply, staring at the set of heavy books I had with me. I heard him chuckle: it was sweet, and somewhat endearing. It also caused me to look up at his amused face, a gorgeous smile on his lips and his eyes reduced into slits.

"Alright then. Hello, Charlo—Charley." He said, his tone rather formal. I just nodded at the Poynter kid, before I walked somewhat briskly towards the library.

"Hey, wait!" He chased after me, his voice urgent. I whipped my head around to look at him, irritated. "What do you want?" I snapped, raising one of my eyebrows. He seemed relatively calm about my reaction, although I could see faint creases on his forehead.

"Can I…" he fidgeted, biting his inner lip. He looked adorable doing it, if I may say so myself. "Can I hang out with you because…y'know, I'm just new here so…" he trailed off, sounding hesitant and looking rather confused. While I was taken aback by his request.

Somebody as gorgeous as him, hanging out with somebody like me? It was unbelievable, even more so impossible. But the outrageous opportunity already presented itself; it was a take it or leave it situation.

"Are you really sure?" His smile grew wider, ever more charming. I had to hold my breath to keep myself from sighing dreamily at him. "Yeah, of course."

No choice then, he had to tag along with me.

"Alright…but introduce yourself first. I don't want myself hanging out with an enigmatic stranger." I tried to make it sound like a joke, but he seemed to take it seriously. The smile slowly faded from his face, and that blank expression from the classroom made its' return.

"I'm Dougie." He replied in a matter-of-factly tone. It was a rather weird name that obviously reminded me of a dog, but Douglas sounded like…Dog Lass. Which was weirder in my opinion, and I'm sorry to all the people named Douglas.

"Where are you from?"

"England."

"Weare in England. And your English accent obviously makes it obvious that you are from England."

"Yeah, I know."

"For all I know, you might be an alien from outer space or probably a vampire who escaped from Transylvania."

He glared at me, quick but still noticeable. And for a second there, I thought his eyes turned into a deep shade of red. I must be imagining things; vampires were my greatest fear next to…something.

"Maybe I am a vampire. And I can't walk in the sun." He scoffed, caressing his dark blue hoodie as he pushed his way through the huge mass of students in the hallway.

"Where in England?" I shouted, trying to catch up with him. He rolled his eyes at me as he paused, probably thinking that I was too slow while walking. But he suddenly smiled at me as I quickly approached him. He smiled that charming smile that I now knew belonged only to him, even if we just met each other properly a few moments ago.

But basing from his actions since he had entered the classroom, I could deduce that he was an odd person, but strangely, I didn't find it annoying…not even one bit.

The walk towards the library took quite a long time, rather than the short walk I used to do every single school day. Maybe because now, I actually had someone I could talk to. It was not just me and my huge battalion of books.

I stepped aside as he pushed the library door open. It took me a few moments before I actually realized that we were inside my…well, you could call it my "sanctuary" (cue in the Hunchback of Notre Dame).

"So is this the place where you hang out all the time?" He muttered, his eyes surveying the surroundings. Obviously, only somebody like me would dare to come in and "chill out" here, because even for the studious of the studious…the academic atmosphere of the place was too much to handle.

"You could say that." I smiled softly as I grabbed a random copy of a book from the shelf. I quickly put it back in place when I read the title…something guide to Sex. Wow, I didn't know we had these kinds of books in our library.

I heard Dougie chuckling beside me as he took the book in the most delicate manner possible, rifling through the pages.

"Not interesting…not exciting enough…" He was murmuring as he skimmed through the contents of the small book. "This one doesn't even make sense…no one can get aroused with that…God, this really is for an amateur." He paused when he realized what he had said, and looked at me, his grin growing even wider when he saw my facial expression. "I do have an expertise for these things, you know." He winked, and as he did so, I felt my heart skip a beat.

All of a sudden, he stepped closer, so much closer than I ever dreamed of, as he brought his lips to my ear. His scent enveloped me like a cloud, and his unnaturally cold breath had tickled the sensitive skin of my neck. I just stood there, stiff, my body trying to relax as I was sandwiched between the bookshelf and Dougie's body. I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks as he came closer.

"Your reaction is priceless." He whispered, his voice strangely seductive to my ears. He pulled away, just in time before I could lose my breath due to his proximity. I stared at him, shocked, as he started giggling. Was I really that…stiff?

"Are you really like that? Or are you just making fun of me?" I asked him, trying to remain as calm and as normal as possible. He was smirking as he returned the book to the shelf, before he turned to face me. His smirk was dangerously attractive, and for some reason, it seemed to attract me like I was some magnet.

"Maybe a little bit of both." He answered, settling on the uncomfortable chair that was behind him. I followed suit, frowning as I scanned his face.

He was too gorgeous for his own good.

And for me, too.

To be continued. . .

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