A/N: Sorry for not posting sooner! This is it... Stuck pt2. Enjoy! (I think there will be a part three as well... idk yet)
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Tessa abruptly put her book down when a hand waved in front of her face.
It was Will. Waving his long hand in front of her face.
"Hey," he said, grinning that annoying grin of his.
"Uh, hi..." she stuttered, a little shocked to see him so soon. She had only read one chapter of her book.
"So... how did you find me so fast?" She demanded, looking accusingly at him.
He held up two hands.
"Woah. Don't get mad. I was here earlier and saw you."
She frowned. "You spied on me?"
He laughed. "Tess, if I was going to spy on someone, I would spy on a celebrity or model."
She bit her lip. He really knew how to annoy her. SO MUCH.
She tried to be grateful. "Well, thanks..."
He nodded. "Whatever."
She stood up and gathered her things.
"So... how do we get out?" She glanced at Will, whose dark hair was falling into his perfect eyes.
"Follow me," he said jovially.
"There is this corridor, you see. And a window. And they never ever close that window fully. Because the window doesn't open when it's closed," he explained as they were walking.
She nodded along, her heeled boots clicking on the wooden floors.
He stopped abruptly at a corner, where a window the size of a person was. He paled.
Tessa's eyes widened. The window was not ajar.
It was closed.
Will ran to the window, cursing under his breath.
"Nononononono this can't be happening," Tessa muttered into her hands, which were up at her face.
Will tried to pry open the window. It was stuck. Almost as if somebody had super glued it closed.
He turned to Tessa.
"Looks like we're stuck here now. And it's all thanks to you. I don't know why I even came here."
He looked around. The library was freezing.
Tessa glared at him, her hands now on her hips.
"I wasn't the one who stupidly closed the window!" She retorted. "Nor was I the one who offered to come get myself."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But what do we do. There's only one fire..."
They made their way silently back to the circle of armchairs.
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Will's POV
He looked at Tessa. She looked so sad.
She was probably mad that he was there. That he had closed the window. But above all else, she was probably mad that she was going to miss some classes tomorrow.
The fire had died down a bit, and he and Tessa were curled up almost right against it.
He was still in his coat, and she had put on hers.
Will noticed Tessa shivering. Damn. He couldn't let her freeze.
Pulling out a pair of mittens from his pocket, he tossed them at her.
She looked up, quickly smiling then looking down again.
"So, Tess." He broke the silence. "We can't just sit here forever."
She nodded. "Fine."
He smiled. They were going to talk.
He didn't understand what drew him to her. She was just so different.
Different from all the other girls he had met. Ever. She didn't like him.
He still couldn't believe it.
Bit what came next shocked him even more.
"Will, could you maybe read this to me?"
Tessa handed him A Tale of Two Cities.
"Sure," he said. "C'mere."
She inched closer to him tentatively, before resting her head on his sculpted chest.
He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply.
Jem likes Tessa. Jem likes Tessa.
This repeated in his mind.
He didn't know what to do, so he read.
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Tessa couldn't believe herself.
She was sitting curled up against Will. Will Herondale.
The boy who annoyed her so much. The boy who had made fun of her countless number of times, and snorted nasty remarks.
His chest was rather comfortable, however, and his voice was lilting and beautiful.
Her head lifted and fell with every one of his breaths.
It was so perfect. Too perfect.
But Jem. Tessa knew how he genuinely liked her.
She felt torn. Will was dark and Jem was light.
Will's voice broke through her thoughts, and she struggled to regain them, but they flew away.
She listened to him read about Sydney Carton, and his unrequited love.
Maybe she and Sydney were similar. Maybe Sydney and Jem were similar.
Maybe everyone had an unrequited love.
It was past midnight when the two of them were still sitting together, reading.
The wind swirled outside, and battered against the windows, but both didn't pay any attention.
The cold floors grew colder, but they didn't feel it.
They were engulfed in warmth from each other.
They were just a girl and a boy and a book.
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Sooo... pretty intense chapter. Lot's of thoughts... Well, this explains my story title, right?It's not over yet, though. More to come.. Keep reading and reviewing! xx