Seduced by Lies by Stacey Quinn Page B

tucked away at the back of the library for the rest of the day, absent-mindedly flicking through various posts, mostly on the British Poetry Centre homepage and facebook page, chasing dozens of different tangents in her head and trying to make them all fit and mesh together, in a vain attempt at making sense of what her life had become.
                  She was so preoccupied with her thoughts and feelings and her attempts at understanding them, that she failed to feel or notice the eyes that watched her intently from across the room, silently drinking in the sight of her for a solid three hours, observing her nervous habits and twitches, and making notes of her favorite websites.

CHAPTER 5 - GOING UNDERCOVER
     
                  “Dude, where were you yesterday?” Lee called across the canteen as Sam strode towards his group of friends the next morning, the spring in his step refusing to falter.
    “Yeah,” Johnny interjected as they all robotically participated in the routine round of high fives. “I say your car up in the corner over there, so where did you bugger off to all day?”
    “Oh, I just hung around town for the day. You know, couldn’t be arsed with lectures.” Sam lied casually.
    “Could of told us.” Johnny grumbled in his usually grumpy tone as the group began to walk slowly in unison towards their first lecture. “We would of come with you man - screw lectures.”
    “Naa mate, look at that smile!” Lee cried in his usual boisterous manner, grabbing hold of Sam’s admittedly smug face, “Our boy here got laid!” He finished, whooping and high fiving Sam once more.
    “So, tell us the details then.” Dan demanded from behind Sam’s shoulder as the boys drew closer in around Sam, each as eager as the next to revel in every gory moment.
    “Alright, alright - You got me!” Sam held up his hands convincingly, happy to participate in the boys little games for today.
    “So who was it then?” Lee demanded eagerly. “It wasn’t that weird chick from the other day was it?”
    “No. What weird chick?” Sam replied, perhaps a fraction too quickly. “Oh, that one? Naa, crazy ain't my kind of thing.” He added, trying to be casual and silently apologizing to his enigma girl.
    “Good man.” Dan patted him on the back. “So, who was it?” He repeated Lee’s demand.
    “No one you know.” Sam teased, covertly reveling in his secret. “A blonde girl - senior chick from that College a few towns over.” He fabricated confidently. This statement was followed by another round of whoops and yet more needlessly complicated high fives and congratulatory handshakes, the boys obviously satisfied with this fabricated blonde beauty. Sam's mind was already drifting away from their childish banter, reliving the glorious breakthrough through previous day had finally managed to achieve.
                  He had watched the girl - ‘his girl’, as he liked to call her in his head - he had watched her from a distance, for the whole of the previous afternoon, while she had been in in the library. Very much like the first time they had met, he had peaked at her from behind a conveniently placed bookcase, but this time he’d stayed hidden, deciding to take his time before making his next step, rather than end up looking like a complete idiot again, and risking their relationship even further.
                  Again, Sam had lost complete track of time while he was near to her, and figured that it must just be some other strange and unexplainable affect she had on him. Before he knew it, he’d been stood behind that bookcase, gazing at the girl he was pretty sure he was falling in love with, for three and a half hours, and she began to pack her bags, ready to leave and go home.
                  Even though Sam felt he could have stayed in that very spot, simply looking at her for an eternity, he was satisfied that he’d got what he needed for now. He’d