You Belong With Me

Chapter 4 // Temporary

A couple days had gone by since the new neighbors had moved in and since I last saw him.

School had continued like normal and over this time my fascination with the blonde boy next door began to fade the less I saw him. He was still in the back of my mind, but I started to forget the exact shade of his hair as it glistened in the sunlight and the shape his dimples made that creased his face as he smiled...

Okay, so maybe my fascination hasn't completely faded...

I snapped out of my daze to continue reading, when I saw a shadow cast onto my book.

Naturally, I looked up to see the reason for the blocked sunlight, when I was faced with those same blue eyes and blonde hair from a few days ago.

My eyes widened at the sight of him standing next to the bench I was sitting on, staring at me with that same smile on his face. I couldn't help but fidget with my black rimmed glasses out of awkwardness.

Technically they were reading glasses, but I wore them all the time out of convenience.

"Um...hi," I said quietly, not sure what to do at the moment.

"Hey. You're that girl from the other day, right?"

Oh, the stalker that was staring at you creepily a few days ago? Yup, that's me...heh...

"Ugh...no?" I said unsurely.

Look, I didn't know what to say - and for all I know this guy could be talking about a different time and girl. I mean, we only had a small encounter. What are the chances he's talking about me?

His eyebrow lifted as his smile grew. "So, you weren't the one who was staring at me from the next house down and waved?" he said sarcastically with a knowing look.

"Hey, you waved first, buddy!" I exclaimed out of embarrassment.

So maybe the chances of him talking about me were greater than I thought...

He let out a small chuckle that made a smile rise to my own face.

"You got me there."

Next thing I know he was sitting down next to me, glancing at my book.

"The Fault In Our Stars?" he read out the title, looking at me to expand.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good love story," I said, feeling my face warm.

"Okay, but you know he-"

"Hey! I know what he does at the end, but I would like to think it doesn't actually happen - and by saying it you're making it more real! Don't break my system!" I exclaimed, interrupting him.

"Okay, okay," he forced out as he laughed.

I ended up laughing with him, and I couldn't tell you how nice it felt to just laugh with someone that wasn't your own family. To feel like you aren't completely invisible to the outside world.

Suddenly the bus pulled up, cutting our time short as the doors opened for us to get on. I sat down near the front, looking out the window, when I felt the seat dip beside me.

I quickly turned my head to see blue eyes and blonde hair once again.

"Do you mind if I sit with you? I don't really know anybody here yet and you seem really nice."

A smile broke onto my face for what seemed like the millionth time today because of him.

"Yeah...Oh! I'm Harper by the way," I introduced myself, holding my hand out, only then realizing how formal it was.

"Nice to meet you, Harper. I'm Logan Moore," he replied, glancing down at my hand in amusement, before looking back up, shaking it.

Sitting in precalculus didn't feel as lonely as usual and I noticed my mood was brighter as well.

My mind drifted to when we were on the bus and our conversation. It seemed a bit more one-sided due to my shyness, but it didn't look like he really minded and kept on talking anyway.

I then thought about how we walked to my class together before he left for his, saying 'bye' to me at the door. I felt like he actually really liked me which had been a bit of a foreign feeling lately.

As I thought more, I began wondering if I had too high hopes for what could be between us and couldn't help but feel somewhat self conscious, hoping this wouldn't end up being like some of the other friendships that I had.

Well, I don't know how much you can really call them 'friendships'. They're really just people who have talked to me for a little bit until the semester change, when they no longer had classes with me, and ended up forgetting about me completely.

Was this temporary? Was I temporary?

"Harper, would you mind telling me what you got for question fourteen?" my math teacher asked sharply, raising her eyebrow slightly.

I looked down at my notebook, scribbling down a couple of numbers to quickly finish my incomplete equation.

"Uh, x equals three thousand, six hundred metres?" I said with a bit of question in my voice.

"Yes...pay more attention next time," she grumbled out, turning back towards the board, despite the fact that I got the answer right.

I let out a breath, beginning to doodle in my notebook as I waited for her to write the next question down, coming to a very important conclusion;

I didn't want to be temporary.