In The Spectrum [ N.C. ] ON HOLD

Chapter 2 - Let's be friends

Today I didn't forget my appointment with Olivia. How could I? She intrigued me. She was, firstly, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in this campus, and secondly, her personality was different, but good different.

I was scrolling down on Facebook, and I heard her sweet voice calling out my name.

"Noah Centineo?" she said standing in front of me, I was sitting on the floor and I looked up at her with a soft smile, she did come, I actually thought she might not.

"Olivia Forbes..." I reply with her full name, just like she has been doing with mine. The girl sat down on the grass. I tried to get a good look of her eyes but she was avoiding eye contact with me all the time.

"You can just call me Olivia, Olivia Forbes is too long" I nodded and smiled at her again.

"and you can call me Noah, Noah Centineo is quite long as well" she looked up at me and her bright blue eyes met mine only for a second, she nodded and then she averted her gaze from mine again

"okay" she said simply and then got quiet again. She started playing with the grass around us.

"What year are you in?" I ask trying to make some conversation, I'm sure I haven't seen her around, she was too beautiful for me to not notice her before.

"First." she replied shortly again and didn't say anything else. Wow she was making it complicated for me to do this.

"so you just started, how do you like the campus?" I look at her and she shrugs not giving much of an answer. I groaned inside but didn't show much.

"what year are you in?" she asked back and I smiled because I was finally getting something from her. She was so hard to read. I was surprised by it.

"Third" I tell her smiling and she nods understandingly, she is using her nails to chip some nail polish off her other hand.

"Why do you want to be my friend, Noah Centineo?" she asks looking up at me and finding my eyes just for the second time today. I frowned not knowing what to answer, I didn't know what was proper to answer.

"You seem interesting, and you were buying a creative writing book, which means you like to write, same as me, and you are different from other girls "

"I hate to be different" she says looking down and almost in a whisper and I frown at what she said.

"why? I think it's pretty cool, you know? I like the way you talk..." I say softly and I wish I could do something, she seemed upset for what I said.

"it's not cool... It's not cool to not be able to talk to people" she sighed and then looked down at the grass again. She got quiet out of the sudden.

"you're talking to me right now..." I told her narrowing my eyes a little, I didn't know where this was coming from.

"yeah, but it's because my therapist told me I needed to make 1 new friend before our next appointment" she sighed and rubbed her eyes with her hands, she looked frustrated "and it's giving me more anxiety that anticipated" she said reaping more grass, impatiently.

"So... What's your major?" I try changing the subject, since apparently whatever going on wasn't pleasant for her, nobody likes to talk about whey they're on therapy, she looked up at me and her features have changed, she was not that upset anymore, She was... smiling. God did it make her look beautiful.

"English" she said with a dreaming smile, talking about english suddenly brightened her face and I smiled back because it was the same as mine and it made me really happy.

"me too" I told her grinning and she smiled back just a little bit. She wet her lips with her tongue. I was hypnotized by every move she made. Why am I crushing like this?

"what's your favorite genre?" she asked me out of nowhere and I thought for while with my finger on my lip. I didn't really know, it was a though one.

"I'd say Thriller, what about yours?" I ask and she looks at the sky while she starts naming all of the genres she likes.

The conversation carries on easily because she's so invested in the topic, I barely even have to ask anything, we go from our favorite authors, to our favorite types of stories, to our favorite era in literature, I knew I wasn't wrong when I said there was something about her.

She was so beautiful, and so smart, I promised I was going to show her some of my writing if she showed me hers. When it was close to 5pm she stood of from the grass, brushing the dirt off her jeans.

"I have to get to class" she said softly, I sighed in disappointment but stood up to get to her level, I was going to go home now, I didn't have any other reason to stay here.

"When will I see you again, Olivia?" I ask looking at her and she frowned thinking about it too.

"is every Thursday at the same time okay?" she looked at me curiously and I blinked a few times, that was definitely weird, who gives a friend an appointment every week at the same time? I chuckled and nodded

"yes, it is" and with that, she nodded and grabbed her bag, I was about to lean down and give her a hug but she left before I could even do it. I was so confused and yet I was happy about the outcome of our little encounter.

I sighed and picked up all of my stuff from the floor. I hung my backpack over my shoulder and started walking towards my dorm. Olivia and her uniqueness didn't leave my mind for a second. I still wanted to know everything about her.

As I walked inside my room and closed the door behind me, my phone vibrated, I frowned and took it of my phone chuckling at the message I just got. 

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Weekly time with Noah.
Thursdays, 3pm - 5pm.
Building C3

Accept | Decline. 

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A/N: What do you guys think about the story so far? do you think it has a future?