Chapter 7 THE BOY

When she got a tap on the shoulder, and turned, surprisingly, it was the boy she was avoiding yesterday.

"Hey, you dropped something, yesterday," the boy said. He smiled and he looked at Abigail.

Abigail was shocked that she did not get what he said. Abigail took off her headphone, and she shifted back a little and faced the boy completely.

"Huh?" Abigail said.

"Umm... Hi, can you hear me now," the boy asked. He was still smiling.

"Obviously, yes I can," Abigail said. Abigail felt like what she said sounded strange or a bit rude. She was feeling uncomfortable and she reached for Teddy but Teddy was already in her bag, and her bag was zipped, that was very of moment for Abigail but she decided to behave herself and try not to say something harsh.

"Okay, like I say before, you dropped something yesterday, when you were running off, I did not know what made you run that fast," the boy said.

"Oh, yesterday, I... I.. Had an emergency, something happened, so..., I had to go, and just...fix it, so that is just it," Abigail said. She was not to free with her communication but on the other hand, she was afraid that she has spoken too much, andit might get annoyingvery soon for the young man, but if he gets angry and leave? Or is this is a tactic?.

Those were thoughts that came to her mind, during that split seconds.

"Okay, can I sat down? I mean have a seat?" the boy asked genuinely. He was smiling.

"Like on this bench? Like near me it somewhere else?" Abigail asked, she did not get what he meant. It is her first time being approached by a boy.

The boy laughed, "I mean this seat or bench, and near you," the boy said. He had a cute smile, a blonde hair, clear skin, calm and gentle.

"Okay, sure, you...you can seat, I don't mind," Abigail said. She adjusted a little for him to seat down, creating a clear space between them, like it was enough for someone else to seat down, Abigail thought that she was talking too much, like she could have responded "yes," or "yes have a seat," decided to give short answer.

Abigail was feeling tensed. The boy noticed.

"You are feeling tensed by the way, don't worry I don't bite," the boy said. He day down and he stsryed opening his bag.

"Yeah I know, boys like you are nice guys, no pressure, do van I have what I dropped yesterday," Abigail said.

"I accept your description. My name is Charles and you are ?" the boy asked, he introduced himself as Charles.

"Charles? Fits you," Abigail said. She smiled at him.

"It does?" Charles asked.

"Yeah it does," Abigail said.

"Thanks, so how about you?" charles asked. He brought out the peice of paper, and he tries to unfold it.

"Abigail, my name is Abigail. Can I have what left in school yesterday?" Abigail said.

"Abigail? That fits you, also. You left a peice of paper, It's just a sketch," Charles said. He was stiil unfolded the paper.

"A sketch? Like a drawing?" Abigailasked, she was surprised, that she left her sketch in school and that is why she can not find it, at home.

" yeah, a sketch, I saw you drawing," Charles said. He was about handing the paper to her.

Abigail snatched it off his hands aggressively.

"Chill... what's wrong, it is.. Just a price of paper," Charles said, he felt Abigail aggression and he felt a little bit of pain.

Abigail took the paper, and sge looked at it and she saw that he was not torn but intact. Abigail exhaled.

"Sorry about that, I don't like people touching my things," Abigail said.

"I understand," Charles said. He was touching his finger that was hurt by Abigail aggression.

Abigail noticed and felt bad, she reached out to him, and she tried massage the finger, a bit.

That was a pain relief for both of them, Charles stared at her, as she massage his hand, Abigail looked at him also, she could feel that connection, Abigail quickly stopped because she does not want to have an emotion wing.

"Thank you," Charles said.

"You are welcome, sorry by the way," Abigail said. She was shy to look at him.

"I am studying, engineering, and you?" Charles asked.

"Psychology or psychiatric medicine," Abigail said.

"Nice. Okay, I guest, I will be on my way, now, I have class, see you around," Charles said. He stood up from the bench.

"Okay. See you around then," Abigail said. She smiled.

Charles Gave her a handshake.

"Have a good day," Charles said as he walks away.

"You too," Abigail said.

Abigail exhaled again. "Not bad, at all, it went smoothly, though it was awkward but nice," Abigail thought.

Abigail placed the paper back in her bag, and she looked at a corner, and she saw the group of girls that mocked her last time staring at her, but one of them, the girl she drew on the peice of paper, was not smiling.

Abigail did not know why, she thought to herself that maybe, the guy that spoke to her was her boyfriend.

Abigail picked her bag and she went to her class.

During class session, Abigail could not get Charles off her head, this feeling has not happened to her before, she saw it as a destructive weapon but it felt good though, or maybe it is slow killer, Abigail thought to herself again.

Those thoughts were something else, they were tempting and disturbing for her, she can not even concentrate in class.

Abigail brought out a shit of paper, she decided to put her problem on paper, so it will make her feel at ease with herself, just psychiatric method that she was taught.

Abigail decided to draw her problem, which was Charles, the nice guy, she meet in campus, she started drawing.

Abigail gave well detailed sketch about the guy, Charles, she was clouded with the thought of Charles that he forgot about Teddy.

Abigail was done and she looked at it, suddenly, a hand, drags the paper from her hand, ripping it into two.

Abigail was shocked.