(ocean eyes ~ Billie Eilish)

She sat in the library by herself.

I just got here ten minutes ago, but my eyes shifted to her first.

She sat with a book in hand and an open notebook in her lap.

Twirling a pen in her right fingers.

Her hair flowed in the sunlight from the window next to her.

I grabbed the book I picked off the shelf earlier.

My fingers trailing the pages.

I wasn't sitting too far from her, so I had to keep quiet and look like I wasn't a bad person.

Page 1: History had its eyes on him. His name was...

But then I was back to her without even realizing.

Taking in every detail I could.

My fingers trailing the page corners to at least make it seem like I was reading instead of being absolutely stunned by her beauty.

"Shit!" I said accidentally too loudly.

I got a paper cut.

I looked down on my cut for a couple minutes as a couple drops of blood spilled out of my finger and I panicked not knowing where to put it.

I glanced back up and she was gone.

I lost my chance over a paper cut! What is this absolute madness of a world of chances.

"fuck..." I said quietly under my breath.

I looked back up and suddenly two pairs of eyes were in front of mine.

They were hers.

"That sounded like it hurt."

I probably looked like an idiot right now...

I was stunned. The girl I saw from a distance who I instantly felt drawn to. Like a painting in a museum that draws you towards it for no reason whatsoever.

"I got you a band aid." She said and handed it to me.

I chuckled "uh...Thanks."

"I'm Amelia." She said tucking her hair behind her ear.

I felt a little voice in the back of my head. 

This is the part where you say your name, Dummy. Come on she's giving you a chance!

"Oh...uh! My names...Ross?"

"Is it Ross? It doesn't sound like you're so sure of yourself?"

"Haha yeah!"

I sit straight up and then she dragged the wooden chair in front of me out and sat with me.

"Sorry... can I sit here?"

"Yea-Of course- totally!"

"Thanks." She said flashing another smile that made my heart race.

I couldn't stop looking in her eyes now that she was this close to me.

I noticed every single color in them.

The blues, the greens, the yellows, the slight hints of browns.

I picked my book back up, "You sure you wanna do that? You're skin kinda seems sensitive to paper"

I laughed lightly.  "Yeah I think I'm fine."

I grabbed a page and pretended to cut my finger again.

"Oh god! My finger! It's completely off!" I say in a hushed voice; lifting up a bent finger.

She covered her mouth to stifle her laughs. Adorable.

She picked up her phone, frowned, and then wrote something quickly.

She ripped out a small slip and handed it to me.

"Text me paper cut Ross!" She said and then walked away form my table.

I stared at the slip of paper. I got her number because of a paper cut?

Holy shit!

I pick up my book with a slight sense of cockiness and forgot about my paper cut.