Wait For It, Shante` Grayer [i have read the book a hundred times .TXT] 📗

approaches our table walking with her tray. She smiles and waves beyond us to a table full of her friends. Tylin gets up with his tray in an attempt to 'coincidentally' walk into Raina. Tylin is so awkward, especially around girls he likes. He walks towards her direction as she pursues the opposite. He plays a short game of 'oops, I'll go left and you go right' with her.

Tylin gleams and says, "Hi Raina. We have got to stop meeting like this. I'm starting to think this is fate."

She stops walking, rolls her eyes and ask, "What do you want Tylin?"

"Nothing, I…I just...we bumped into each other, so I thought I'd say hi."

"Hi Tylin. Bye Tylin," she says walking around him rolling her eyes again. As she passes our table, she smiles at me and say, "Hi, Christopher."

I give her a faint head nod and a light smile.

She slowly begins to walk backwards and shouts, "Thanks for helping me with the biology test. I got a B+."

"No problem," I answer back.

She turns around and walks to sit with her friends. A few seconds later, I could hear her friends letting out a girlish scream.

I continue drinking my milk as Tylin sits back down with his tray.

He eyes narrowing once again. But this time it’s with piercing eyes of jealously.

"She must really like you, huh," he says with focused envy.

“Doubt it. I simply helped her with her biology test, nothing more. I didn’t really want to, but the teacher begged me to do it. She’s simply grateful is all.”

Tylin begins to pout. "Whatever, I can tell she's not interested in me anyways." He says as he looks back at her.

Tylin continuously speaks to me about his not-so love life problems. He even shares personal things with me. I don't understand why, I never do. However, there is always this part of me that really wants too. No other student at this school takes the time to get to know me, even though I hardly speak anyhow, back causing most to give up. Then again, if I were to stay silent for a complete hour, Tylin can carry the entire conversation all by himself. He is a huge chatterbox, except around pretty girls, jocks, teachers, authority figures and guys bigger than him; which is odd to say since I am in fact bigger than he is. I'm pretty tall, just not as tall as Tylin. My body is fit and mostly toned. But I have to be, in order to survive my fathers' wrath.

I attempt to encourage Tylin. "She's interested Tylin. She's probably playing hard to get or something. You know...girls."

"I hope so," he says as he continues to look at her...or shall I say stare. 

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