Limerence, Alana Curran [inspirational books for students .TXT] 📗

Evan on that short walk to class, was that when she linked arms, she wouldn’t let go until the journey was up. I couldn’t help, but notice people glancing at us in the I-wonder-if-they’re-dating way. I didn’t like it. I hated unwanted attention, especially since a sea punk was sticking to my arm like a barnacle.

Despite all that, the journey was pretty nice and the classroom was empty, which was a surprise. “See, isn’t this so relaxing?” she smiled, prancing over to her seat and pulling it off the table.

I flicked the light switch and they flickered on. The sudden brightness made my eyes ache and I squinted in response, sauntering over to my seat. “I suppose so,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

In this lighting I could see her much better. I could see the dark circles under her eyes and a smudge in her mascara. The imperfections of a beautifully perfect being. I thought this exact sentence in my head and wasn’t sure whether it made sense or not, but I didn’t care; I was pretty proud of how poetic it sounded.

It seemed strange to be in an empty classroom, but I kind of liked it. I liked the privacy it gave us, not that we were going to be doing or even talking about anything too intimate. Still, it was nice. She pulled out a packet of Haribo star mix sweets and spread them round the table.

I watched her count them in curiosity and as she came across a particular marshmallow egg, she carefully picked it up and cupped it in her hands. She scraped out of her chair ran round to me, opening her hands up delicately. “Make a wish,” she whispered into my ear.

Having her breath down my neck unnerved me a little, but I tried not to show it. “Excuse me?” I laughed.

“I’ve always made wishes on every third marshmallow Haribo egg,” she smiled, “I’ve had lots of wishes so far, It’s time for me to give someone else a go.”

I tried to ignore how freaking adorable her quirk was and closed my eyes, pulling a wistful smile to humour her. Little did she know, I actually did make a wish. I wished that she was my girlfriend.

It was more of a thought that popped into my head, but I decided to count it.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded, when I opened my eyes.

I opened it and clapped my hands like a seal begging for food. She tossed it in and, out of pure luck, I actually caught it. I couldn’t help but grin with triumph as she applauded me. “Now you’re wish will definitely come true,” she insisted, skipping back to her desk.

I entertained the thought. The thought of my wish actually coming true and I actually got a chance to date her for a while. Out of all of the more inappropriate things I could have imagined, the number one thing on my mind was whether or not she’d take off her wig in front of me.

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Publication Date: 11-06-2013

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