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I remain silent, just looking down at my feet.
"I fell off my bed," I smile up at him, using the same reason as I told Mr. Terrip.
He continues his glare and I shrug it off, it seems like his glares are just the normal.
"I've got to get going," I tuck my light blonde hair behind my ear, "Mr. Terrip is probably getting worried. He owns Terrip's Bookstore right down the road."
Grey remains silent, his dark eyes boring into mine, making me slightly nervous for the seven hundredth time today.
"You should come and check it out, if you want," I fiddle with the ends of my mid-back length hair, "I spend a lot of my day there, helping out and whatnot. Mr. Terrip is really nice, he's wise too."
"I feel like that went right over your head," I speak on the fact that he doesn't really appear to be listening to my words.
"I'm going to enjoy never hearing your voice again," his dark eyes bore into mine, proving my thoughts, as his face remains completely emotionless.
My big girl britches fall to the floor and disintegrate.
I clear my throat and peer down and at my tan flats.
Some people just don't get that words can hurt too.
"Have a nice day," I mumble before turning away, walking away from him, and not looking back.
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"I wasn't expecting you to be gone that long, Azalea," Mr. Terrip raises his eyebrow at me as I walk in the front door of the store.
"I had to stop on the side of the road to use the bathroom," I give him a smile and he shakes his head at me, obviously knowing I'm kidding.
"How was your coffee?" he questions, leading me to another cart of books that need to be put away.
"The half of my coffee I was able to drink was just wonderful, the other half was drunk by the sidewalk," I picture Grey and I running into each other.
"That's a shame," he chides, although I see right through him.
"It's not funny, I was heartbroken Mr. Terrip," I pat my heart as I step up onto my step stool placing a book on one of the top shelves.
"You should be more careful, Azalea," he shrugs and I turn around on my step stool, looking straight at his seasoned face.
"Well, it actually wasn't completely my fault," he hands me another book, and I put it in its place.
"I have trouble believin' that."
"I feel like you're coming at my throat here, Mr. Terrip," I send him narrowed eyes to which he just smiles at.
"You know that stranger I was telling you about earlier? The one I met late last night?" I question him, taking ahold of his slim hand as he helps me off my stool.
Always the gentleman, Mr. Terrip is.
"Not really," he doesn't even act as if he does.
"I'm gonna pretend you do," I decide, "anyway, I ran into him after getting my coffee."
"Him?" he peers over his reading glasses at me.
"I thought you knew he was a guy?" I raise my eyebrows and he takes a seat at the front desk, removing his glasses.
"I don't even remember what I did ten minutes ago, you expect me to remember everything that comes out of your mouth?" he says and I can't help but admire the way he always speaks the truth.
