Chapter 3
Elaine's p.o.v.
"I'm fine" I told my mom. There was something off here. He broke every bone in my ankle. The doctor said he must have hit me really hard and from a great height. How could he have that much strength and weight to cause this? It scares me a little. Something was weird about him.
I slowly got ready for school. I wondered; he doesn't look that strong, so how did he cause this?
I walked into school. Andrew was at my side in a second, taking my bag away from my friend. "How are you?" He asked. "Oh I'm good, except all the bones in my ankle are broken." I said, "I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I'm not mad, just in a lot of pain." I said.
The day was long and painful. We only had one class together, so he was late for most of his. He's really nice. I'm starting to have feelings for him. It's just… something was off. He would say weird things, like "I can smell your pain," and he was acting weird. Doing stuff like, bringing me home and staying for hours.
Andrew's p.o.v.
She looks at me strangely some times, kind of like my papa does when he's lost in his overactive brain. She's always lost in a different book every day. She tells me about them. She gets so wrapped up in the stories and the characters she cries when the book is sad, gets angry when it's angry and so many other emotions, and I love to listen to her ramble on. It's comfortable and familiar, like when my papa rambles. She was reading something called Jane Eyre. She once told me she read Jane Eyre over a hundred times. She said she loved to reread books she liked. Is this how my father feels when papa won't shut up?
"Jane was an orphan." She spoke suddenly. "She was left with her uncle after her parents died, but he died few years after. Her aunt was cruel to her, so she was sent to a school for troubled girls. They abused her there." She paused, a sad look in her eyes. "She had a friend there but they died. She spent 8 years there, 6 as a student and 2 as a teacher. She then became a governess who teaches a French girl, and she fell in love with the master of the house. He was married, but it was a secret, because his wife was crazy. She ended up killing herself, then Jane married the master," She finished. "I like when you describe books to me" I whispered leaning closer to her in our last class. "I like to explain them." She whispered back leaning a little closer. The bell rang, prompting us to leave.
We walked to her house in a comfortable silence. "There's a movie." She said, as we got to the front of her house. I wasn't sure what she was implying. "I'd like to see it." I said. "I have it" She said. "How about we watch it?" I said. She blushed, a crimson red. "Are you asking me out?" She asked "Yes. I'll pick you up at five." I said. "Okay. Bye," She said, hobbling off to her front door.