Enigma. (StudxStud)

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I walk in the school slightly behind Reese. We walk a little ways before stopping at a set of lockers. She starts twisting and turning the nob on one and it pops open. There's already a bunch of weird and random objects in there. What did she need any of that for? My view of the inside was abruptly blocked. She quickly grabbed out a small shiny object, and shut the locker. I watched Reese lock it quickly and my thoughts began to really wander.

She had the mystery object clenched in her fist. It made me curious, but I wasn't going to probe her with questions. Trust me I know to only mind the business that pays me.

She turned to me and asked, "where do you want to go? Do you need to stop by your locker?"

"To the library, and nah."

She nods, and we walked down the hallways.

"Why?", she questioned.

"I have some work to do", I mumbled.

A few people looked on our way there, but not as nearly as much would've on a regular day. I was content with how well my fit had shielded me so far. We finally reach the library. We go in and I escape the view of all the students in the hallway.

I greet the librarian on the way in, "Hey, Mrs.Williams".

"Hey Kamie love, how you doin?"

"I'm gucci".

"Good, good well come see me when you're done", she said with a mischievous smirk on her face.

I just laugh and shake my head. Just loves drama. Mrs.Williams walks away from her desk and I look over at an awe struck Reese. "What", I ask. She looks at Mrs.Willams walking away, then back at me, then Mrs.Willams, and me again. I wanted to die laughing, but I held it in. The look of distraught on her face was priceless. I shake my head and facepalm "it's not like that". "Mhm", was all she said in response.

I take a seat at a computer, and Reese takes a seat next to me. I use my charger to connect my phone, and upload the file from the Fiverr job to the computer. I get to work using the name, color palette, and photos in the file to create the website.

"You don't talk very much", Reese said over the sound of my clacking on the computer keyboard.

It wasn't until now I realized she was sitting in her chair facing directly towards me, and had been watching me the whole time. It made me feel uneasy.

"I don't like to talk", I replied continuing to work.

"Why", she shot back. Something was up with her.

Not that she was acting different, shoot I wouldn't know what she acts like on a regular day. But, it was something just off about her. She was different, and not necessarily in a bad way, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. She was a mystery, but an open book. She was just herself no hiding it, yet...complex for lack of a better word. I feel like I was the only one who could see through it. Her complexity fogged my thoughts, and I realized I was a little behind where I expected to be with the website.

"Hey, Reese", I started.

"Bestfriend", she interjected, trying to correct me.