My Undercover Life | ✓

Chapter 8

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I was surprise no one was giving him weird looks, or paying attention to his outburst. It was almost like they were used to his daily presence, and instead of looking at him, they choose to ignore him instead. I frowned. No wonder why he didn’t have many friends. No one seems to even cares about this guy, let alone go out of their way to even talk to him.

 

        But as I look back at him, the big smile on his face never wavered, in fact it got even bigger—if that was even possible. I was slightly confused as to why he was so happy, when no one even said, “Hi” to him as he bypassed his fellow classmates, but when he got closer to me, I was nearly knocked over.

 

        “Hi! I’m Ian,” he said overly hyper, his hug almost overbearing. I awkwardly stood there as he squeezed the daylights out of me. When he let go, his light eyes searched my face. For what? I wasn’t sure. “You must be Avery!”

 

        “Ah . . .”

 

        His eyes dimmed a bit when he saw the look on my face. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” My heart practically melted when he said that. Even though I could see the hurt in his eyes, the smile never faded from his face. It was at this point, that I knew he was just looking for a friend. Someone that didn’t know him. That didn’t judge him, for being him.

 

        “I-I’ll leave you alone.”

 

        My hand automatically shot out, grabbing his wrist. “Wait! There’s no need to leave. You only surprised me.” I offered him a small smile. “That’s all.”

 

        “Really?” he asked, his full on hyper-active mood back on. “Does that mean I didn’t ruin a potential friendship?”

 

        My heart swelled when I heard the hopefulness in his voice. This guy . . . all he wanted was a friend?

 

        “Of course not.”

 

        Instead of answering me, he attacked me with a big bear hug. “You won’t regret this! I’ll be a great friend. I promise.” I could practically hear the happiness oozing out of him.

 

        I patted his back, chuckling at his behavior. “I believe you.”

 

        “Great!” he exclaimed his child-like eyes big and round. “Your piercings are awesome by the way!”

 

        “Huh?”

 

        “Your lip piercings.” His finger glazed the metal on my lip, making me blush a deep red. “They’re—”