Page 60 of Heart of Gold
I know it seems crazy, but it’s true. I just feel a connection with him that I’ve never felt with anyone else before. He’s my calm.
I try to explain myself, “Well, of course I haven’t told him that, but yeah. I feel like there’s just something there.”
She shrugs, “When you know, you know… I guess.”
I’ve only been here for a few weeks, and I’m already feeling so many emotions it’s hard to express them, let alone put them into words.
A faint knock at the door sends my heart into a panic. The last time I opened that door it was Grayson, and I don’t have the energy for another conversation with him. Ava pads to the door and pulls it back, instantly slamming it closed.
“Oh my god!” She squeals, “It’s Remi. I look like Tom Hanks in Cast Away. Please for the love of God, get rid of him!”
She buries herself in a mound of pillows and blankets on her bed, so I open the door back up. “I’m sorry about her, she’s…”
Remi looks past me over my shoulder to the moving mound on the bed. “Hi, Ava!”
His voice is sweet and tantalizing, but I only hear Ava groan under the mess.
“Wanna go to the library?” He asks, “I was out on Friday and I wanted to see if I could borrow your notes.”
“Sure,” I agree, turning back to Ava. “You wanna come with us to the library?”
Remi smirks, watching the pile move, “Yeah, Ava, wanna come?”
She’s silent for a minute before groaning, “Goodbye, Wilson!”
I burst into a fit of laughter, while Remi stands there thoroughly confused. I grab my backpack and follow him out the door. “Don’t ask.”
When we make it across campus to the library, it’s completely empty. Sunday evening library meets have sort of become our thing, and I love the fact that it’s not very crowded.
“Why didn’t Ava want to come?” He asks, pulling several books from his bag.
I shrug, “She thought she looked bad.”
“She’s right, she’s sohideous” He emphasizes. “That girl kills me.”
I smile softly, but try to hide it. “Kills you, eh?”
“Yes. She’s infuriating.”
I tilt my brows inward with confusion, “Infuriating?”
“What’s with the questions?”
I shrug and grin, “I’m just saying, it sounds like you guys might like each other.”
“No,” He deadpans. “I can’t like her.”
“Why not?”
He presses his lips into a fine line, “Because I don’t wanna do the whole talk and not date, accompanied with trying not to catch feelings so I don’t get hurt thing.”
I smile, and I can tell he’s getting aggravated with me. “Who’s to say you’ll get hurt?”
“Who’s to say I won’t?”
That’s fair.
I understand the hesitancy, and honestly, a relationship can be exhausting. Especially a toxic one, so I don’t blame him for guarding his heart.
