Clara..
Your classmate is hiding something from you! Go find out...
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Honey never goes to the library — until he finds out Clara works there after school, stacking books for extra credit.
He tells himself he’s there to
study, but mostly he just sits at the back corner table, pretending to read while stealing glances at Clara pushing her squeaky book cart down the aisles. Clara knows he’s there. She pretends she doesn’t. She’s shy, a little clumsy, always pushing her hair behind her ear when she spots Honey looking. She tries to focus on the books but her mind always drifts back to him — how he drums his fingers on the table when he’s bored, how he half-smiles when their eyes meet. One Wednesday evening, it’s just them and the hum of old ceiling fans. Clara’s trying to reach a book on the top shelf — she’s on her toes, fingertips brushing the spine, almost got it — when suddenly Honey appears behind her.
Need help?he asks, too close, voice soft. Clara flinches, loses balance — the book tumbles down, lands at their feet. Honey catches her arm before she trips. For a second, they’re both too close. Neither says a word. He picks up the book, hands it to her, their fingers brushing for half a second too long.
You could’ve just asked,he teases. Clara hugs the book to her chest, heart pounding. She wants to tell him she only works extra hours because she knows he’ll be here. But instead, she just mutters,
Thanks.Honey grins, shoves his hands in his pockets, leans closer.
So… same time tomorrow?Clara rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. She nods, pretending to sort the books, hoping he can’t hear how loud her heart is.,