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Bree had noticed Greg stood there every lunchtime. The same spot, as if he was looking for someone. Then when his eyes caught Bree's, there was something deep in there, which urged Bree to dig it out.

But she wouldn't. Her most important promise to herself was 'Not to bring anyone down with you'.

Greg knew he wasn't getting anywhere if he just stood there staring. Staring couldn't do anything. He had to bring Bree closer to him. Somehow.

On Wednesday lunch, he followed her outside to her tree, where she sat everyday since her move from the library. Greg sat down next to her, as if it was okay to do that.

Bree was scared.

What if he did something to her? To embarrass her even further?

She couldn't do anything. She just stared at him in horror and Greg noticed a few seconds later.

"What?" he tried talking casually, but he was unsure how Bree would react.

"W-Why are you sat here? This is... my spot!" Bree spluttered out. It had been so long since she had talked to someone properly, it was hard in her. She didn't know how to react to Greg.

"Uh, this tree doesn't say Bree on it."

"How do you know my name?" Bree had never told him it, but it was obvious that the rumours had told him everything about her. Inside out and a little bit more.

"... You just look like a Bree." Greg lied quickly.

"Right."

Both of them sat there for a while, in an oddly comfortable silence, just watching people. Bree liked to do that. Just watch them, pick up details about them that no one else knew, like how Bailey Daves, one of the footballers, always checked to see if the girls were looking when he took his shirt off.

But now her mind was set on Greg.

Why was he sat there? Like it was a normal thing? It would lower his respect by a huge amount, but he looked like...

He didn't care.

Bree bolted away as soon as the bell went, leaving Greg behind. He watched her skinny legs scamper away as quickly as possible, her big brown eyes glancing back as she turned round a corner and disappeared from sight.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, leaning back against the tree.

Greg wanted to get to know her, but it was already proving to be quite the challenge.

Sorry for not updating for ages. I just didn't have time... and when I did I was sleeping.

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