forum The Improbability of the Universe// One on One// CLOSED// stalkers can come say hello if they feel like it, we've got pie!

Started April 19, 2019 by @TeamMezzo group

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"GO AWAY!" He screamed. "You're overly annoying, now shut it!"

"Overly annoying?" Aza said sweetly. "Isn't that my job?"

"I don't even know. I've never met you. Why the hell are you so interested in me?" He asked, getting increasingly more hostile.

"Because. You just happen to be the only person besides me and my voices in this lab," Aza said genuinely. She frowned slightly.

"Your… voices?" Raeden inquired. "Nonononono I'm sorry if that's a personal question if you're not comfortable answering it that's fine and I don't know why I'm rambling I'm sorry." he spat out in one breath.

"In my head," Aza said and tapped her temple. "They talk to me." She returned to her spot on the tabletop. "Isn't-Is it weird to you?" Aza flinched slightly, as if Raeden's response could be poisonous. She blinked and hit her head with the heel of her hand. "Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" she hissed.

"No. I… I hear voices too. Only sometimes, they tell me to do things. That's why I do this project. I'm trying to quiet them. It's not weird… I guess…" Raeden prayed he phrased it right. He never know how to say things.

"You're doing it wrong. It's the iodine and the hydrogen, then the chlorine," Aza said and took the vial out of Raeden's hand. Her hand brushed his and she winced, not liking the contact. But then…

"Oh… okay. How do you… how do you know what I'm making?" Raeden brushed his hand against hers on purpose; he wanted to see her reaction.

"I'm in your chemistry class," she said tightly, still reeling from the light touch of Raeden's hand. When his hand brushed hers again, she pulled back abruptly, spilling iodine on the table.

"What the hell?!" Raeden exclaimed. "Go get a new thing of iodine. I'll clean this up." He turned around and paused. "Wait. Even though you're in my chemistry, you'd have to read my notebook to know what I'm making. This sure as hell isn't the lab. Tell me. Did you look in my notebook?"

"I'm a professional pickpocket," Aza said softly and turned her back to Raeden.

"THE HELL?!?! NOBODY LOOKS IN MY NOTEBOOK, ASSWIPE. GET OUT OF HERE. NOW!" Raeden was furious. Why the hell did that girl look in my notebook?

"I'm sorry," she said even quieter, not entirely sure Raeden heard her or would believe her.

"Why did you look in my notebook?" he asked before Aza left the room. "Tell me, please."

"Because I'm fascinated by you," Aza said truthfully.

Raeden stopped. "Fascinated? The hell do you mean?" To be truthful, he had liked Aza for a year and a half, he just pretended to not know her name.

Aza waved her hands. "You seemed so perfect, so impervious, so careful."

"Me? Perfect? Never. I'm broken, bruised, depressed, sad, and I don't belong here. I don't know where you got 'perfect' from, but I'm pretty sure you're the perfect one here."

Aza shook her head, bewildered. "What?"

"I said you're perfect, idiot."

"I heard what you said. That doesn't mean I understand," Aza said.

"It means that I think you're gorgeous and kind and funny and maybe a bit insane which all adds up to perfect. Get it now?"

"Absolutely not," Aza snapped. She hugged herself, wishing to disappear. Someone who said that she was perfect was someone to fear.

"Absolutely not, you don't get it? Or absolutely not, I'm not perfect? The latter is wrong. I've had a crush on you since sixth grade, Aza. Why are you so scared?"