"Damnit" I said aloud, kicking the legs of the table at the same time. I couldn't care less if the people in the coffee shop were staring at me. I didn't look at them. I gripped my hair with my hand as I ran it through the shaggy mess. I was so confused at that moment. What did she mean? Was she saying she had a secret? I looked outside sighing. She would be out in the cold, without a coat. And she was hardly wearing anything! Okay, not time to think about that right now. I snatched my coat off the seat and hit the door open, to then walk down the road the opposite way.

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Brilliant, now it's raining I thought, though I wasn't disappointed for myself. I cared about if Anna was alright walking in the rain. When I felt the cold droplets hit my skin; my opinion changed. It cooled the hot surface of my skin. I walked for what seemed ages. I reached the beach and climbed down the rocks. I flicked on my lighter and blew out smoke into the sky as the rain fell heavily on my face. This is messed up I thought. What did she mean about a secret? I really wanted to know. After a long while I stood up sharply and headed back to the school. Classes would be over by now. I walked through the school grounds and into my dorm, my hair dripping and my clothes drenched. I hit the door open and took off my wet clothes to get in the shower.

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I stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror in my room. My hair was a mess. It was wet, and twisted strands stuck to my face. My skin hot but sticky from the cold salty rain too. My expression was bleak; I didn't know how to feel. The only thing I was sure of though, was that I really liked Anna and I didn't want to screw it up with her. But I already had. I needed to sort it out. I needed to get things right in my messed up head.

To be honest, I didn't know how we'd got there. I didn't know what was the big deal about my wrist hurting. Okay, so it shouldn't be painful. But her reaction was something different. I glanced out the window near the mirror, realising the blind was open and I was undressed. I pulled it down after looking over at the girls dorm across from mine. I wondered what she thought of all this; if it was so confusing for her. I wondered if she felt the same way about me. But I couldn't count on that.

I sighed and stepped into the bathroom turning on a cold shower. I drenched my face in the clean water and washed my hair. I knew I had to get out sometime, so I reluctantly went back into my bedroom, wrapping a towel round my waist. I sat for a while on the edge of my bed. I didn't realise I'd pulled on a t-shirt and pants until I glanced back in the mirror. My mind had been elsewhere. I frowned, trying to persuade myself, but weighing the negatives.

It was still raining outside, but I was still hot even after a cool shower. Was I ill or something? I shouldn't be this hot. The sky was dark grey, the night was closing in. The rain was almost invisible, but I knew it was there because of the droplets hitting me while I walked across to the other building. I made my mind blank, so I didn't change my mind. I slipped inside quietly and closed the door behind me. Girls were crowding the big sofa's chatting exitedly over a movie. I tried desperately to slide past unnoticed when I recognised the girl in the center of the sofa. I didn't even know her name, but she insisted on talking to me anytime she saw me. I walked as quietly as I could and as far away from the sofa possible. It wouldn't have made any difference than if I'd jumped in the room shouting. She spotted me.
"James!" she exclaimed. I slumped and turned slowly to face her. The girls were all staring at me and I cringed.

She had run over to me dragging me to the sofa. Not what I need right now. I made it perfectly clear I didn't want to be there, but they took no notice, they were having fun. They were shocked I was in the girls dorm, after all, noone was alowed in the opposite sex's dorm after eight at night.
"What are you doing here?" the girl grinned, eyes wild with happiness. She didn't wait for an answer, though I was trying to make one up. "Stay with us, we're watching a movie" another girl interupted, followed by meaningless girl chatter. I glanced towards the stairs, longing to be set free from this hell.

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I strugged to get out of the grasp of the girl's hands. I stared straight forward at the tv, though I wasn't watching it. I finally released myself and stood up trying to get away. The girl pulled my arm, her face shocked and disappointed "Where are you going?". I felt like a dog around excited children. I shook my head; unbelieveable. I pulled myself away and walked towards the corridor. Then I looked around, this was going to be hard. How was I going to find her room? I heard the girl from behind me talking to her friends. The name "Anna" caught my attention from her complaining. I walked up the corridor, looking for any sign of who's room was who's. I noticed an open door and walked slower trying to see if anyone was in there. I felt like such a perv. What was I doing? That was when I saw a girl lying on the bed. I recognised her long dark hair immediately. She didn't look asleep. I went in the room and closed the door, clearing my throat quietly. It was pretty dark in the room and I didn't want to scare her.

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"Uh" was all I coult say straight away. Somehow I find myself felling very self-concious with Anna. "I'm sorry, I'll go if you don't want me here.." I shook my head. Do I sit down? Where? I thought, if she wanted me to stay. The only place to sit was on the bed. What I really wanted was everything to be normal. Okay, I'll admit what I really wanted was for her to like me back. And for me not to act like a complete idiot when I was with her.

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I smiled. She wanted me to stay. It was silly to be happy about that right now, but I'm a boy, who can blame me? I walked over to sit on the bed. I looked down. It was quiet, but the faint noise of girls chatting was in the distance. "Look" I started, then looked up at her "I'm really sorry.. about today. Well, everyday really. I just didn't want you to think I was a freak, or had some disease" I had to laugh at the last part. I looked into her eyes, though I knew it was going to capture my concentration. Only girls can multitask so well.

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I was very confused, but surprised that the reason for her leaving wasn't because I she thought I was weird. I couldn't make sense of it, and by how she was trying to get it out, she didn't seem too sure aswell. Then I smiled, I knew that the reason was not because she thought I wanted to go home. Why was she trying to make excuses? I edged close to her on the bed, so I wasn't looking so misplaced on the very tip of the bed. "What is it..?" I asked softly, concerned. I hoped it wasn't anything I had done wrong.

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I sighed, my eyes looking around as I tried to think what to say. This was wrong; I wasn't acting. I was the one who came to her room right? That must mean that I want to be with her! I guess I was slightly relieved though, that she was mistaken and it wasn't something like she was getting sick of me. "I'm not.. acting.." I said, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. I ran my hands through my hair and then leaned back and twisted so I laid on the bed next to the wall. "I don't know what's up with me" I laughed "I thought I.. scared you off" glancing at her through my arm which was still on my head smiling.

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I smiled back and leaned on my side to face her. She was very pretty when she smiled, even in the dark. There wasn't much room on the bed but it was nice to be closer to her. "Good" I commented quietly. I hoped that meant she wouldn't run away if I ever had pain in my hand again, which made me laugh. Something caught my attention and my eyebrows pulled together. I had thought she was running away for a reason, and just the fact that she thought I was faking it wasn't a good enough excuse. "Why is it then, that you ran away in the cafeteria?" I asked, confused "I mean, I thought you were escaping today like before." It was too hard to put into words, but I hoped she understood what I meant. Some part of me expected her to make another excuse. I felt like she was trying not to tell me what I wanted to hear.

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I laughed, trying to keep it in. "You know you're really not as good at lying as you think you are". It was obvious when she was looking away, and I knew anyone would remember something so eventful just a couple of days ago. I sighed, I knew she was going to be stubborn. It just further proved my point that she was keeping something from me. I normally wouldn't bother, but I wanted to know more about her. And I wanted to know what was causing her strange reactions to my outbursts of stupidity. I wished she'd turn round, I couldn't see her face clearly from here and I was enjoying the closeness.

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"Hmm.. Maybe" I smiled. It was true I'd never had reason to be honest and trustworthy in the past. Through the window, the sky was black now, with lightly lit clouds in the sky. I got the impression that it was easier to be more confident, more herself, in the dark. She was usually much more shy. Though I wondered whether she might just act like this when she was nervous. It was strange for me to have met a girl I really liked, and I was beginning to feel slightly nervous myself. I really wanted to know if she liked me back, but there was a huge amount of doubt in my mind that stopped me from saying anything. I sighed and looked at the ceiling "There's something you're not telling me". I'd found myself to be very observant now I'd met Anna, and I knew from what she had said. The word 'secret' sprang to mind from just before she walked out the café. She'd made it clear there was something bothering her. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable around me if there was something else.

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She looked at me quickly, with no doubt on her face that I was wrong. I laughed "See. Bad liar". I realised then that I was flirting by teasing her. She knew I was right, and she knew that I could tell she had something kept from me. She was reluctant to tell me, but she knew she was going to have to eventually. I was willing to be stubborn to find out. "Okay then.." I said, thinking. I'd have to ask the questions, maybe get some idea of what was going on. "Tell me" I started, seriously. My voice quiet. "How you knew where my wrist hurt". I know it was quite an easy guess to make, but she knew the exact point, and how to stop it from hurthing.

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I shook my head slightly. "I'd like to believe you". She still didn't look straight at me after she spoke. I frowned "But you weren't, you were massaging it; Somehow it felt better". I didn't know why this felt important to what she wasn't telling me. It just caught my attention. I couldn't imagine anyone else doing the same thing as she did. Come on, just tell me Anna I thought. I didn't want to get agitated. "And then.. and then you ran.. you said you had a secret, Anna". "You can't dodge that one".