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Settimo was different from the other guys in school. He didn't let anyone talk to him and didn't talk to anyone. The thing is, he actually talked to me. Once. I was on the school roof, breathing the cool air of Tarrytown, New York. My boyfriend of the time, Jim, had just broken up with me. It was junior year, and I was devastated. He was my first boyfriend, we've been together since freshman year, so obviously I've been crying my eyes out. I didn't even notice someone had joined me in my state of misery. I must have looked like shit. My hair was all over the place and my eyes were puffy and reddish. I swear I probably even had boogers in my nose, but he didn't care. Or at least, he didn't act like he did. He sat next to me, and said nothing. I any other circumstances I would have left to cry somewhere else - I hated people seeing me cry. I hated feeling the pity in their eyes. I've felt that too much in the past. But anyway, when he sat near me, I didn't leave. I continued crying as if I was alone, and that's when he spoke. "You shouldn't be crying over him. He's a douche if he didn't realize what he had." I looked up and his beautifully dark eyes were on my face, scrutinizing me. "You're worth way more than him anyway." And then he smiled. He actually smiled, like a real one. I - probably along with every other people at school, have never seen him smile. Settimo was always so mysterious and silent and then all of a sudden he came and talked to me, God, he smiled at me! He got on his feet and left soon after, leaving me speechless with dry tears on my cheeks. As I said, Settimo Delunca was something else. ~ Reagan Williams x Settimo Delunca © Copyright 2016 #552 in chicklit 05/09/16 #497 in chicklit 02/06/16
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