Geek Charming ? h.s.

Okay, okay, yes, I need to apologize like ten billion times to each and every one of you for my extremely revolting lack of updating, not only Geek Charming, but my other books as well. I have been extremely busy with school at the moment. I have been going through the exam and test time of the year, when we get two to three tests each day, and so that has unfortunately left me absolutely exhausted and drained of all my energy. But I am back, I am healthy, thank you to those who were kind enough to check in on me from time to time, and I am strong.

I apologize once again to all those who I have left waiting, and don't forget that I am still changing this book up quite a bit, as I move along, and for more information on what's going on, go back and read the "BIG NEWS" chapter.

Thank you for taking your time to read that, now enjoy the chapter :)

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It had been almost a two weeks, thirteen days, which consisted mostly of me following her around cautiously, and curiously.

And today, in fact, was the day that would signify exactly two weeks.
The fourteenth day of trying to figure Diana out.

"H-hi" I whispered my usual greeting, as I took the seat beside Diana today.

I was greeted with nothing but silence, and an unusually terrified, yet curious stare coming my way, from her emerald eyes, which seemed to have growing bags underneath.

Each day, after following Diana into the main room of the building, I would take a seat, as would she, a few chairs away from her.

At first, I would sit opposite her, across the room, but slowly I have built up the courage to move a little closer.

And today, I was right beside her.
I was sitting no more than a meter's distance away from Diana Black.

As I sat, curiously eyeing Diana, a group of therapists sat some distance away from myself, seeming to be curiously eyeing me, as I nervously sat beside Diana.

After another hour of watching Diana move the tiny object around in her fragile hands, I decided I had had enough of my foolish ways and decided to go back to my mundane room, and lay on the disheveled bed sheets while staring at the light gray ceiling, but as I began to stand, I noticed a pale-white arm, covered in freckles, remove itself from its original position, and move towards my own, before feeling a slightly painful shock, as Diana's fingers glazed the skin of my arm.

Her fingers were as cold as ice, yet as gentle as a feather along the rough texture in the surface of my skin.

My body seemed to jump from my skin at her touch, with both excitement and fear, for Diana had never done more than glance in my direction.

With no idea of how to react coming to mind, I stuttered, terribly and stumbled over my own two feet attempting to reverse back to my seat.

"H-h-h-i." I whispered, my eyes shifting towards hers, and back towards the floor.

In response, I received a gentle smile, yet you could still see the fear building from within her eyes.

"H-h-ii." I tried again, trying as hard as I could to stop stuttering.

"I-I. M-m-my n-name is, is, uh, H-h-M-m." Due to the stuttering and shock rushing through my very being, I couldn't manage to remember even my own name.

Diana lifted her frail arm, and curled her fingers up, leaving her index finger pointing at the right corner of my button-up sweater.

I lowered my head in confusion, trying to figure out why on earth Diana was pointing, and staring at my sweater, but when I laid my eyes upon the right corner of my green and gold knitted sweater, I found a tag, with my name and a picture of myself printed on the surface, a layer of lamination paper covering the entirety of the tag.

"I-oh, uh, y-yes, M-Mar-cel. My n-name is M-Marcel," I mumbled in embarrassment.

Although I knew Diana Black's name all too well, out of sheer politeness and to ensure that she did not think I was any sort of stalker, I returned the gesture, and asked for her name.

She said nothing, however she lowered her own head slowly and pointed towards her own tag, on which her name along with a rather beautiful picture of her face was printed.

"W-well, D-D-Diana, H-Hi." I smiled in her direction.

She waved back at me, a silent giggle following her gentle gesture.

The sound of a loud door bell rang through my ears, signifying the end of our free time. We were to go back to our rooms now and to meet in the dining area in fifteen minutes, for an early lunch.

We had to eat early, in order for the extra-time patients to have enough time to complete their therapy sessions.
I was one of those patients.