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Wishing On The Stars {c.h}

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I trotted down the hallway to the library, where I spend most of my time. I walked close to the wall as usual, even though there were no people in the hall.
"You should have seen them, dude."

"Yeahhh."

"I know bro, and their new single was sick."

Voices said around the distance, where the entrance of the library is. It's Lake, Brax and Newt. Obviously, they just had to be standing right next to the entrance. Not that I mind, but, I do. Good thing there's another way in, but it's all the way around.

I walk back down once empty hall, which was now filled up by Izabel, Janice and Jenna. She kept looking back and to the sides, like a demon is going to jump out any second. And if I went to save her like Sam and Dean Winchester would, she probably won't like me anyways. Movie shit like falling in love with your hero is only in movies. And I'm no leading actor here. I'm a lame dude who is obsessed with Supernatural and Doctor Who and quite a few bands.

I couldn't help but stare at her instead of speeding away like I always do. But this time, she looked at me. At me! Our eyes met and we did that thing where you make eye contact with people and smile. For a moment, I thought Braxton or Lake was behind me, but I could still hear them from around the corner so I know she's smiling at me, but I look behind me anyways. Nothing. I smiled a half crooked smile and stumbled away quickly to hide my incredibly red face.

I took a spot at the corner of the library (shocker) and put in my ear buds. There's not much to do and my room is so depressing, reminding that I have no friends, so I come here to read books I've read a billion times. Such as: The Maze Runner Series, The Divergent Series, Dorthy Must Die Series, and a some John Green books.

"Hi, do you mind if I sit?" A quite female voice interrupts me in the middle of reading The Death Cure. I look up immediately. It's Jenna. My body goes numb and I feel like a snake is wrapping itself around my throat. Stupefaction rushes through me before I hesitate say, "s-sure,"