A complicated Love Story

Why , Maurice wondered, did the teacher ask him to give that girl her drawing pad, it was so inconvenient. She could have asked anyone in the class.

But he remembered the slight blush in the girls cheek, when he had handed her the notebook, and he wondered if there was something wrong with her, maybe she was sick, maybe she should go to the infirmary. Then all of a sudden, his train of thought came to a stop, he says to himself, why do i care, shes just a random girl in class, and angry at himself for these alien feelings, listens to the bell ringing, and goes to the top of the school building to his private spot, to eat his lunch and read his comics.

Maurice sat, comfortably reading his comics, eating bites of his lunch. Flipping pages, He wondered what the Girl drew in her drawing pad, then he remembered the blush, and his face warmed up a bit, and there was a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach, which for the life of him, he just couldnt understand. He put down his comic book and got up from his space, and went to the edge of the railing that stood between him and a long fall down to the ground, and was looking around enjoying the breeze, when a lone figure leaning against a far away lonely tree, squinting his eyes, he recognized the girl who had been jumping into his minds eye for no apparent reason, all day, just because he had given her a notebook. He leaned in against the railing resting his chin on his arms, staring at the lone figure under the far away tree. lost in thought. . .

He saw the clouds gathering, and kept ignoring them. He was still too preoccupied with his thoughts, why he had come to this place, how he was doing at school, all the useless attention he got from most girls, that interested him the least, but he still hung around, because he didnt want to be considered an ass.

He felt the raindrops falling down on his head, and lifted his head up for a second to the sky, and when he looked back down, he saw that the girl had left. He did a double take, and scanned the area for any sign of her, but couldnt find anyone; so a bit perplexed, he didnt know why, whether at her dissapearance, or at the thought of not being able to see her, he gathered his things and started moving towards campus, hoping that random crowd of girls that usually hung around him wouldnt bother him, and not disturb his reverie.

He walked downstairs to the class room. . .

He wondered what class he had, and figuring he could avoid all the popular chicks hangout, he figured he would avoid the cafe, and go throught the corridor straight to the Computer lab. Turning the corner, he saw parked on the bench, that girl, that the teacher had asked him to give the drawing book. He worked up his courage, he was annoyed and happy at the same time, why was she here, to disturb his solitude, but then again, his stomach was having that funny feeling again. So he wandered over to the bench she was sitting on, and checked his watch to see how much time was left to the computer class beginning. . .

Just as he was about to get close to the bench the girl was sitting on, he saw her get up hurriedly, her cropped hoodie rising to give him an innocent view of her her pretty stomach navel ring and a tattoo, which he didnt get to see properly, in an instant she had gotten up, looked at him briefly with a look that made him infinitely curious, and spun around and walked into the computer lab.

He looked at the watch again, annoyed at his curiosity about her, he tried to get her out of his head, tried to stop thinking about that look, about what the tattoo looked like. He wondered why this girl was so different from all the other. He sat down outside the lab on the bench, to gather his spirits, and ponder the question in his head, after a bit of introspection, after which he stared at the door, as if though peering inside, he got up purposefully, and walked towards the door, with solid steps, brushing his shaggy white hair out of the way, he pulls open the door and walks in. He looks around, finds the girl sitting in a seat, he moves towards her, trying not to show his discomfiture, he takes the seats two down from her, near enough to see and talk, but not near enough to make him anxious, he puts his bag, on the chair between them, looking at it serenely, happy that the bag would prevent anyone from sitting between them, Then unable to start up a conversation he just stays quite, acts non chalant, and starts booting up the computer..

He saw out of the corner of his eyes, her glance at him, and he saw her pulling her hoodie atop her head. He wondered what was wrong, so many things were confusing him so much, first he couldnt get that silly girl out of her head, and now when he finally wracked up the nerve and the courage to do something about his curiosity, and talk to her, she totally ignored him. He was so confused.
He did not get a chance to think anymore, as the class started, and the students started piling in, His usual entourage of girls, soon came up to him and dragged him off to another chair, while he just let himself be led away. After he had sat down, he remembered he had left his bag, and he excused himself for a second from the girls, to go get it, he sighed, and walked up to the curious girl, and thought to himself, maybe something will happen this time, when i go to get my bag, and then, he went up to her seat, and started reaching for the bag. . .

Nothng happened, he couldnt be bothered to face up to his nervousness, so he just picked up his bag, giving her a long silent stare, which he thought she saw out of the corner of her eyes, and walked back to his awaiting entourage of the popular crowd.

She smiled at him, The girl had smiled at him, he wondered why she had done it, but it felt cloyingly nice somewhere in his stomach. He had tried following her to ask her questions, and finally when he had given up the chase, and had moved off, thinking she didnt want to be bothered, She had smiled. It was a wonderful smile, it reached up to her eyes, even if only for the second that she did smile, it was a wonderfully expressive smile, as he sat down with his entourage, he wished he wasnt sitting there, and kept wondering about the smile, the girls around him kept on talking and his automatic grunts of response kept on coming, all the while he kept on thinking of the smile.
He wondered what he should do, and he resolved to try and tail her after class, he figured she might go to that solitary tree. He would follow her. Yes that was it, he would follow her. So he waited patiently till the Bell rang, and he got up, excusing himself from the tiring entourage of his, and got ready in the shadows, in her blind spot, waiting to follow her, where ever she went.

He was following her, she didnt realize it, but as the rain had started, she had opted not to go out to her tree, instead she had seated herself by the window, and pulled her notebook out, He moved in behind her, her still not being able to realize his proximity, and waited, looking over her shoulder, while she started scribbling, he was very curious about what she was going to draw, and he waited behind her, hoping she would start doodling, and make something before she noticed his presence, or till he wanted to make his presence known.

He saw her starting to sketch, he saw her pretty hands move vivaciously all over the pad, filling it with abstract lines, which after a few minutes time, came to resemble a very good image of him, it struck him, how well he had been recreated, it almost looked like he was looking into a mirror, then all of a sudden she raised her head, and scanned the room, and looked around, a bit conscious, as if she could feel him, then she cocked her head around, and saw him, staring over her back, and asked him, "Why are you just standing there?" he was a bit surprised, but not missing a beat, he put his bag down, beside her, and started to sit down beside the bag and her. Facing her, he said, i came to see what you did with the notebook, now since i know what you do on one page, he smiled up at her, and said, "i was wondering if you could show me what you do on the rest? if not, this seems like a comfy spot and im staying right here."

"Oh !!" he said, "so thats why she had me give it to you, i was wondering about that myself, pretty out of the blue thing right?, so, you are very skilled at your drawings"
He noticed her pretty green eyes and how they lit up when she giggled, and was having trouble, finding anything intelligent to say. So he held his hand out, and said, "hey, im Maurice, Maurice Monroe, nice to meet ya"

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