Oona POV:
Me?! I feel awkward as. . . I don't even know! I couldn't sleep because I was freezing cold. Plus, the bed was warm. Me sleeping with him? Don't worry, I didn't do anything. It was Nonny who did something. No, everything.
Nonny came downstairs like nothing happened and set up breakfast. I kept my distance from him and he noticed that. He probably noticed that whenever he went close to me, whether it had to do with handing over breakfast or wrapping new bandages.
For the entire morning, we kept quiet about everything. Later in the afternoon, he handed me $100 and told me to go shopping.
"$100?! I can't take that much!" I exclaimed.
He shrugged and said, "It's fine. I already have plenty of money. Trust me. I've been getting allowance every Saturday ever since 3rd grade."
Wow. He's probably the richest 7th grader.
He noticed how hesitant I was about going shopping and sighed.
"I'll come with you." he said.
So we went together to the mall.
As we were walking he said, "Don't worry about last night. You were probably cold."
I blushed at this and it wasn't from that. It was about what he did.
When I was sleeping next to him, I felt something wrap around me. Arms. Nonny's arms. He pulled me closer to him, thinking that I was a pillow or something. When I looked at him, I could see that his were open and he was smirking at me flirtatious way.
He pulled me even closer to him and looked deep into my eyes and said, "Beautiful. That's what you are."
He probably doesn't remember, but that's okay. I'll forever treasure it, because I've never been called beautiful.
I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even hear Nonny calling my name.
"Oona. Oona. Oona?"
I snapped back into reality and said, "What? What is it?"
"We're here." he said.
Wow. He lives pretty close to the mall. But I noticed something strange about Nonny.
He stared at me in a strange way. He came closer to me and I lowered my head.
He lifted my head with his hands and looked into my eyes. Total déjà vu.
He asked me, "Why are you crying?"
I just realized I was crying, and I felt tears running down my face. He wiped away my tears and I was fully aware that he was close to my face, neck, and body.
I replied, "Don't worry. Happy tears."
He smiled at me and then we went inside. I was able to grab most of the essentials. I didn't see Nonny for I while but I eventually was able to find him holding a couple of bags. Wait. Lemme rephrase that. A bunch of bags. I don't even know how he can hold that many.
Anyways. It was a typical day. Eat, study, be awkwardly silent, eat, study, and sleep. And that's how it was the day after that. And no. I slept in bed. He took the sleeping bag.
Nonny is technically the richest kid in school, mainly because he got $20 every Saturday ever since 3rd Grade. He never used the money and basically saved it up. So that's he is the richest student.