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    You Saw Me – (Chapter: Chapter 8)

    “So are you gonna shake my hand, or do you just like holding it?” She says, grin still in place.

    I blush furiously and I’m sure that my face is now a new shade of red. I slowly shake her hand before quickly pulling it back.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She coos out, laughing and grinning. She teases me, treating me like the animal I’m acting like.

    I pout at the way she treats me, but it disappears cause I really can’t help but smile right now. She’s here in front of me, smiling and laughing, and most of all, talking, to me! I continue to try and wrap my head around the idea and proceed to spacing out.

    She snaps her fingers in my face and I wake up from my trance.

    “Are you okay? You’ve been doing that for a while.” She says with a smile on her face.

    “Uh, huh… What?”

    ‘Smart Spencer, you’re first words to her are: uh, huh, and what.’

    How sad, and might I add, very embarrassing.

    “I mean, yeah I’m fine.” I try and say coolly; attempting to gather up the rest of the dignity I have left.

    “Yeah sure, of course you are.” She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she playfully rolls her eyes; grin firmly planted on her face.

    I blush again and look down to the floor. I still can’t believe that she’s right here. I really want to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. I don’t think I am though, usually, in my dreams, we already know each other and we’re holding hands or talking or something.

    “So… what are you doing here?” She probably knows how awkward I feel and tries to lighten the topic. Though, then again I might be off, and she might really want to know. Especially considering she just caught me in position of peering in her little hide out.

    ‘It’s okay Spence, just try and act cool.’

    “Uh…”

    ‘Dammit!’

    I scold myself before I find my voice again.

    “Nothing, just eating lunch.” I try and recover. I turn my head down, but my eyes peer up to look at her reaction.

    She looks to be in deep thought as she stares intently at my face.

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    1. Yes, intense i s the only word for it. And brilliant of course! I think we’re in for a rocky ride but I’m looking forward to ever word. PMS!

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