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Cyrus was proud
of himself. He’d managed to find her with hardly any problems. Okay, so maybe he got
lucky and happened to glance out his window at just the right time and see her
walking into
the science building. But the fact that she didn’t notice him following after
her, at a stealthy run, was pretty skillful he thought.
And there she
was, messy locks held up by a hair tie that was surely not up for the task, curls escaping to brush against her
skin. Head
tilted just so as she read something interesting. How would she react if he gave that hair tie
one little tug and let all of her hair fall down? She had one leg curled up, propping her book, the smooth line of her
leg catching his eye.
But he wasn’t
dwelling or anything. Just reveling in the fact that she hadn’t noticed him even
still.
Not at all mesmerized by the sight she presented.
What was he
doing again?
Cassie brushed a hair from her
eyes, slightly frustrated that it wasn’t staying up, when she heard a sound by the door.
Freezing, she slowly looked up, and saw Cyrus Foster standing by the door, a gleam in
his eyes.
Straightening
up, she turned to face him. “What are you doing here?”
He jumped. Had
he not been paying attention? He was looking straight at her. Boys, she thought to herself.
When he still
didn’t
answer, she prompted him. “Well?”
“Nothing,” he
finally replied, tucking his hands into his pockets and strolling casually into
the room, eyes wandering everywhere but her.
Cassie watched him warily, feeling her
confusion slowly turn to frustration as he stood by the window to her left, just feet
away from her, in complete silence.
“Is there a
reason you followed me here?”
“Hm? Oh, sorry, I forgot you
were here,” Cyrus said casually.
Cassie snorted.
“I’m
not an idiot, Foster.”
“Obviously.”
Cassie started
to ask him what the hell he was doing here when Cyrus turned around and squatted next to her, putting a finger up to quiet her
mid-question.
Feeling her
hair begin to crackle, she swiped his hand away and backed away from him, rising to her knees
angrily. “I’m not one of your
admirers, Foster, you can’t just invade my personal space and think I’ll swoon. So I would
appreciate it if you backed the fuck off.”
Cyrus raised an
eyebrow cheekily, and stood up.
Her search for
solitude and peace thoroughly ruined, Cassie grabbed the cushion and took it
back to where she found it. Brushing past Cyrus, she bent over and grabbed her
book. But
when she turned around to leave, she stopped short. Cyrus had closed in on her
while her back was to him. And he wasn’t stopping.
Cassie’s feet carried her away from him, until she
hit the wall. There was nowhere for her to go, and Cyrus knew it.
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