Chapter 10: Running On Stairs

I spend the next couple of days glancing at Four. It's become sort of like an obsession, I don't know why but it has. The more I stare the more I notice about him: His fingers are so long that I bet if he put the heel of his hand on one side of my rib cage his finger tips would touch the other. And his eyes are so deep set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows. Don't even get me started on the color of his eyes; They're dark blue, a dreaming sleeping waiting color.

And his lips.

I don't know why they fascinate me so much, but his lips are the things that I find myself studying the most. Studying makes it sound less creepy, right? Anyways, he has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip.

He always seems go notice me staring- I mean studying- him when I'm looking at his lips. He then looks at me until I realize he's staring at methane he turns attention back to the teacher smirking to himself. Only then do I remember that I hate him.

Unfortunately, I am a creature of habit. And this has become habit. I can't stop. I hate him, I may care, but not enough to stare at him. I feel like all those crazy fangirls who stare at him in between classes, and at lunch, and start glaring at me when he sits with me at lunch.

Oh, I guess that's another new thing, he and his crew sit with Christina, Will, and I at lunch. I don't know how it happened, it just did. And I guess they must also be creatures of habit because they return each and every day to our table. And Will, Christina, and I just sit there and let it happen. In fact, we even include them in our conversations.

What is happening to the world?

I hear the last bell ring. I grab my stuff and run towards my locker. I quickly pack up and sprint out the door. I'm walking home today, don't want to be late for my job.

I mean Cupid, not the Fro-Yo job. God, I hate that job. It's sucks a little less now that Uriah and I are sort of mutual friends, though. But it still sucks, nonetheless.

I get home and grab the key from under the mat. I open the door and run up the stairs.

"TRIS! CLOSE THE DOOR!" My brother yells. Whoops. My bad.

"I AM!" I shout. I run back down the stairs, close the door, run back up the stairs (wow, lots of running on stairs), run into my bedroom and slam the door closed. I lock the door. The last time I forgot to lock the door I ended up with a sucky job at a Fro-Yo place.

I turn on my computer. I wait for it to turn on. I wait. I wait. And I wait some more. Finally, it turns on. Thank god, I thought it broke. That would suck.

I go to my Cupid blog. It's been a while since I've been on it. Christina has been doing most of the posting. I get to work.

Hi Cupid, I think I'd be a perfect date for Four, don't you? Love, Summer.

I groan. God, I hate Summer. She is a stereotypical dumb blonde. Now that I think about it, she'd actually be a great match for Four. I start grinning evilly as I type my response. Then suddenly I remember the broken boy I've met in a school parking lot. I decide maybe there are better people for him.

I go on to the next question.

Cupid, who are you? Seriously, I can't think of anyone I our school that could possibly be you. I mean, obviously you aren't a boy, a blonde bimbo, or a jock girl. So that only leaves the outcasts and the nerds, which I doubt you are. You've hidden your identity very well, but I will find out who you are.

I get a lot of these; people claiming that they'll find out who I am or asking for my identity. I've never once revealed who I am to my askers. I've told two people: Christina and Tori. And I probably never will tell anyone else.

I keep reading and answering questions until about 11:53 pm. I decide that I will read one more and then I have to sleep.

I think I'm falling for a girl.

There's no more to this question. Actually, this isn't really even a question, it's a statement. Well, that's great for him, but next time can he please be a little more specific so as not to waste my time? Or at least leave your name! Some people.

I shut my computer off and climb into bed. As I lay there, staring up at my ceiling, I wonder who wrote that, and who they're falling for.

I don't think I've ever fallen for someone. I wonder what it's like? It must be nice.

That's my last thought before I drift off into a dreamless slumber.

Okay. Done. Happy? Now I can sleep.

Yeah, you can thank Purplemockingjay20 for this chapter! Let's applaud her!

Lots of you wanted more Cupid questions so I wrote more Cupid questions.

Sorry that this AN is really random and spacy, I'm just really tired.

I tried to add this chapter but apparently I'm not aloud to update my stories. I hate this. I feel so angry now because I just wrote this and I can't even think straight. Ugh.

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QOTD: Has your family ever forgotten about you?

My answer: Yes. Today I was forced to go to a Memorial Day barbecue that my little sisters friends family was hosting, and my dad started to walk home without me. So I ran down an lock screaming "HEY! REMEMBER ME?! YOUR ELDEST DAUGHTER?!" Some people.

GOODNIGHT!