The Girl Behind The Books

Chapter 7

Emma's POV

I walk into detention handing Mr.George my detention sheet, he looked pretty shocked, since this was the first time I've ever been in detention.

And he probably heard rumors of how I'm the top nerd of the school.

People were playing games, talking, texting, listening to songs, and some even making out.

I walk to the back of the class and took a seat. Took out my book, and started reading "The Fault In Our Stars" by John Green, while listening to some calming music.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, someone grabbed my book out of my hands. I quickly look up to see blue eyes staring into my eyes.

"What was that for?"I asked glaring at Brendon.

"I don't know, maybe so you would acknowledge my presence," he says sarcastically, flipping through my book.

I snatch the book from him and he gives me a flat glare.

I completely ignore the fact that he is there and went back to reading.

"Do you always have a book covering your face, like everywhere you go?" He asks breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yes, I do" I reply, refusing to look away from the book.

"Why?" he asks.

"It's self-explanatory, I love books,"I say in a 'duh' tone.

"Yeah, I got that but like why do you love books, is it because of the happy endings, or-"

I cut him off there because I didn't want to him to ask a question that I didn't want to answer "I don't like endings at all in the first place, whether it is happy or sad.." I say, still not looking up from my book.

"Why?" He says.again.He really knows how to get on my nerves.

"Am I in some sort of interview or something- like jeez let me read in peace," I say while looking up at him, I could see in his eyes that he got hurt.

The reason I always read books is personal, and I hate even thinking about it because I start to tear up whenever I thinking about what happened.

Besides that, I just love books. Let's just say its a distraction from my thoughts, and distraction from the real world. There are a few more reasons but never mind.

When I reached about half way through the book, Mr.George dismissed everyone from detention.

Brendon gets out of his seat and quickly leaves the detention room, and so does everyone else.

I look at the time and realize that there are no buses that go near my house at this time. So I had no choice but to walk. My house is at least 30 minutes of walking.

When I got out of school, I started reading my book again, while making sure I don't bump into something or even worse, someone.

I'm the type of person that hates standing out, I want to blend in more, but at the same time, I want no one to recognize me since I'm very awkward.

And the good thing is that I actually don't get noticed by anyone, besides teachers and my 2 best friends and probably Brendon.

As soon as I reached my house, I collapsed on my front yard, I just love the feeling when grass softly tickles my skin.

After laying in the grass for a couple of minutes, I finally got up and walked towards the door, and walked into the kitchen.

My dad was surprisingly there since he always came home late from work.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asks raising his voice."I was in the..library returning my books and borrowed a few" I say showing him the book in my hand.

"Oh okay," He says and walks towards his office, holding a cup of coffee.

I took out some toast and Nutella and sat on the kitchen island to eat.

When I was done, I got up to put my plate in the sink and walked lazily up the stairs to my room.

I finished all my homework and changed into my pajamas. I went downstairs to drink down water and came back up to my room.

As I closed the door behind me, I slowly slid down on the floor got my knees to my chest as tears started streaming down my cheeks.

I suddenly heard something move in my room, I look up to see my window open and then I see a figure sitting on my bed, I let out a small scream to see Brendon sitting on my bed.

"What the heck, what are you doing here, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I half-yell, getting up and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Are you ok?" He asks innocently completely avoiding my question about why he just broke into my house.

"If coming to my house to find some attractive guy sitting on my bed, almost giving me a heart attack is normal, then yes, I'm completely fine" I blurt out.

"So you do think I'm attractive," he says smirking.

I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up." If you're okay, then why were you crying?" He asks.

He just had to ask that out of all the questions.

I turn away, trying to hold back my tears, no I am not going to cry in front of Brendon, not again.

" please just go, I have to study," I say weakly.

"I'm here if you want to talk abo-"

"No, get out of my house, please," I say cutting him off, still trying to hold back my tears.

"Okay, if that's what you want," he says softly and climbs out my window.

After I hear his motorcycle engine roar, I walk to my bed and snuggle into my favorite knitted blanket, and cried myself to sleep.

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