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Chapter Three: Unsure

When I finally got home Shanae was waiting for me patiently on the porch; swaying back and forth on her rocking chair.

"So, did you have fun with your friends at the library?" Shanae asked as I walked tiredly up the few steps. I felt bad lying to her, I wasn't really at the library; I was in detention. Lying was never a gift of mine, I couldn't lie well, but I could lie.

"Yeah, loads." I said in a dull tone. I opened the door and began dragging my feet up the stairs and slowly got changed, then made my way for bed. Tomorrow will be a bit awkward, considering the whole detention thing with him. What kept bothering me was when he told me; "every time when your somewhere in my range, your eyes always seem to find mine, like you were looking for me." How could he possibly know how to read me as clear as that, I barely know him or anything about him for that fact? And he is the same with me. But what bothered me even more was the fact that what he said bothered me. I began wondering if what he said was true, and I was looking for him every time I felt like he was somewhere near me; but I didn't let that convince me that Dougie was any more then some stranger.

Too soon, it was time to get back up and, back to school. I put some fitted dark jeans on with a light green shirt and a light purple plaid hoodie. About 20 minutes later I was out the door and in the car.

Today was a nice day; there wasn't a cloud painted anywhere in the sky, and the sun was shinning big and bright. The temperature didn't fit the look outside though; there was a slight breeze that caused my hair to dance around my face and made chill bumps appear on my arms.

My first three classes went faster then usual. Which meant I was only even closer too another day in dreadful detention. Sasha tried asking me about my journey yesterday but Mr. Brookes threatened to give us both detention for talking; and there is no way I need another one of those, even though there isn't a chance I will be getting into some classy college anyways. I don't think great colleges accept trouble makers. Oh well.

Lunch was here, I didn't feel like eating so I took a seat at the table, a little earlier then usual. Nobody was there yet, and the lunch room was only filled with a couple of students. Being as tired as I was I pushed my books to the side and rested my head and my arms on the table. I got to close my eyes for a few seconds before someone interrupted me.

"Did your first time in detention traumatize you that much that you couldn't get any rest last night?"

That voice made my face go warm, and my eyes shoot right open. In a side ways view sat Dougie Poynter; my blame for my next detention.

"No," I started as I brought my head up, "every time I closed my eyes your face would be there, so you can see why I can't get any sleep." Thinking it was a good comeback I laughed to myself confidently.

He just smirked and shook his head, "So I was all that you thought about and saw last night, perfect. I basically rule the world inside of your head then?"

I pouted my lips and sighed, I guess my comeback worked to his benefit, not mine. "I have no comment." I replied with defeat in my tone.

He gave a small chuckle, "Of course not. But if it makes you feel any better, you were the alien girl that kissed me in my dream last night, so you're apparently slowly taking over my head."

I rolled my eyes and began shaking my head, "Are you always this forward?"

He shrugged, "Not really, but I'll make an exception."

"Are you always this stubborn?" he shot.

I copied his last reply, shrug and everything. "Not really, but I'll make an exception." I gave a cheesy smile, and he smirked.

"I like your tactics. But there nothing compared to mine." He winked.

"I'm sure." I grunted.

"Don't look at it as if I'm being forward, just internally friendly."

"How is that internally friendly?" I asked, unconvinced.

"Because I'm being friendly by getting inside your head, you just don't know it yet." He replied confidently.

"Your not inside my head yet." I assured.

"But I will," he smirked, "trust me."

"I couldn't trust you with anything."

"Ouch," he said slowly, "that hurt."

I giggled, "I hoped it would."

"You're a mean little girl."

"And you're a weird little boy."

"Touché'." He winced.

I bowed my head and smiled, he smiled back then sat up and walked away. I watched him walk back to his land; leaving mine. Once he sat down he turned his head slowly and our eyes met. He smirked and shook his head, knowing that his theory was proven yet again; every time we were in range with each other our eyes would meet somehow. I turned my view away from him and gave a little grin. The look in his eyes makes me crazy. But I liked it.

"So where were we?" Sasha asked while she walked over the seat beside me and sat down.

I shrugged, "We weren't really anywhere."

She took a bite of her sandwich and nodded, "Well then, we'll start here, how was it?" she said with a mouthful. I just laughed to myself.

"It was fine I suppose." I shrugged.

"Cool, so do you want to go somewhere after school today?" she looked at me and smiled.

I shook my head, "Can't."

Her mouth dropped a little, "Why not?"

I slumped, "I have detention today."

Her mouth dropped fully, "Are you serious? Why?"

"Got in trouble for talking."

Once I finished my sentence her dropped mouth formed into a sneaky grin. "Who were you talking to?"

"Um…" I searched for something to cover up the truth, but I was done lying for the week. "Dougie Poynter." I whispered.

Her sneaky grin grew larger, I could tell from her face she wanted to know every small detail. "Oh my gosh, you need to tell me everything."

I sighed, "There isn't much to tell."

"Well you could start off on telling me how you two got to talking."

"He was the one who talked to me first."

She smiled again, "You're so lucky."

I looked at her dazed, "What? Why?"

"Are you joking?" she snapped, "He's like the fittest boy in school."

I shook my head, "So? I thought you said he was weird?"

"Yeah I did say that, but that doesn't make up for the fact that he is incredibly fit."

"Wow," I chucked, "Is that all that matters, that he's fit?"

"Pretty much yeah." She nodded with a grin on her face.

"Well then." I muttered.

She looked at me, "Don't you think he is hot as hell?"

"Yeah, but he's just so… unexplainable."

"That makes him even more attracting."

I nodded in agreement, "True."

"So you do like him then?"

I shook my head, "No. I don't think so." I said unsure.

She smirked, "You do."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

Lunch ended and my next classes started and finished quickly. But home wasn't the destination at this point, it was detention.

Once I got into the room the same teacher that was here yesterday; slouched in his chair with his feet propped up on the table. He looked from his book and glared at me.

"Take a seat Miss Hue." He snapped.

I nodded and hurried to a seat. He sat glaring at me, and then returned his attention back to his book. I put my head on the table and shut my eyes. A few seconds later I heard the door open and close, but I didn't bother to open my eyes; I knew who it was.

"Take a seat over there Mr. Poynter." The teacher snapped again.

"Sure thing." Dougie sarcastically said back.

I just kept my eyes close; listening to his warm voice. The room was so small, and everything was so packed together that I could here Dougie's breathing from behind me. Our chairs faced back to back in the room. If I pushed the chair about 3 feet backwards I could hit my head on his.

Almost disappeared into my dream I heard a soft tone whisper in my ears. And my shoulder felt warmer and heavier. Like someone was leaning on me. I opened my eyes and turned my head; Dougie had his chair pushed back and his chair was next to mine, with his shoulder brushed against mine.

"Have any luck getting sleep?" he whispered quietly into my ear. I swear I almost collapsed, his voice was so soft and smooth-it was almost like a small lullaby; making me loose consciousness.

"Just about, no thanks to you." I growled while closing my eyes again.

"Maybe you shouldn't go to bed just yet."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "Why not?"

He looked towards the clock and pointed, "We have about 4 minutes left."

"Alright." I said drowsily.

"Students since you have failed to comprehend the rules of detention you will come back tomorrow and try this whole thing again." The teacher said from his desk, he said it in a calm tone, with his eyes still on the book.

My mouth dropped, "Are you kidding me?" I groaned.

"Afraid not Miss Hue. Maybe next time Mr. Poynter and yourself will leave the socializing for after."

He glanced up at the clock and waved at Dougie and me, "Go ahead now." He demanded.

I sighed and slowly grabbed my stuff. When I made it out of the door I began walking in the direction of home. Then I suddenly heard running footsteps coming up from behind me.

"Looks like we'll both be seeing each other again tomorrow."

"Fantastic." I mumbled, when he finally caught up to my pace I stopped and looked at him, "I think you're bad for me."

He laughed and grinned, "No, you're just bad."

"Umph." I grumbled, "Am not. I never got detention in my life. Suddenly I find you," I said pointing to him, "And I shattered my perfect record in two days. And I still have tomorrow!"

"Maybe next time you shouldn't talk back to me." He muttered.

"That wouldn't be very nice, just ignoring you when you're talking to me."

He smirked, "You would actually consider being nice to me?" he said in mock shock, "I thought you said that my kind gestures towards you was being too forward?"

"Yes, and No. I try to stay nice to everyone. Are you saying that I'm mean to you?"

"Yes, and No." he mimicked. "You're not mean to me, but you treat me like I'm some trouble maker."

I laughed, "You are a trouble maker."

"And?" he questioned, "You're stubborn."

"And?" I copied, "And I'm not stubborn… just to you."

"Why is that?" he smirked.

"You tell me."

"Okay," he tapped his chin repeatedly. "I'm such a challenge to you that you have to act like you don't like me to convince yourself that you don't."

I grunted, "No."

"Then what?"

"I don't know. It's just a sudden reflex." I shrugged confused.

"Well, until you figure out why I'll stick with my theory."

"You go and do that, but it's not true." I said strongly before walking off. He chased after me and continued with my pace.

"Would offering you a ride home be too forward to you?" he asked in a delicate tone.

"No, but would refusing it come off as stubborn to you?"

"Yeah." He answered.

Not knowing what to say I just walked for a couple seconds. The sun was shining and it was very warm. It was just the start of spring; one of my favorite seasons. But then I saw something that changes my view on spring. My eyes were curiously following a wasp that was flying in the distance; I hated wasps, they scared me horribly. But Dougie was still walking with me so I didn't want to show him I was a chicken. So I continued to walk forward with a blank look on my face.

"So do you want a ride home or not? My car is right over there."

I was about to open my mouth to reply but we were nearing the wasp and it started flying towards me. In my head I kept saying that it was going to be okay, the wasp wasn't going to touch me. But it was inches in front of my face, and I couldn't help but to begin slowly backing up.

"What are you doing?"

"Noth-EEEK!" I yelped as I started to back up faster, and since I couldn't see what was behind me I felt my right foot jam into a rock. I swayed my hands out, trying to get my balance, but it was futile. I fell backwards and landed hard onto the ground; scraping my elbows in the process.

My head was lying in the back in the grass and my books were tossed across the ground. I opened my eyes open and saw Dougie's face hovering over me, he had a huge smile and he was laughing.

"There was a scene." He said between laughing breaths.

"Shut up." I groaned from the ground.

"Do you want any help?" he asked kindly.

I gave a mockingly smile, "No just let me lye here." I said truthfully.

He bent down and grabbed my hand to pull me up. "Ow!" I screeched.

"I'm sorry." He said as he turned my arm and examined the blood that was oozing from my cut. "Let me take you home." His eyes locked on mine and I couldn't help but nod.

"Sure." I said softly.

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