Beryllium (A Sample) (Part 3, page 2 of 5)


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Part 3

"Er, thanks," I instinctively put a hand over the birthmark on my neck. It's a bad habit when I feel uneasy. Cayce always gets mad at me when I do it. Says it makes me look weak, but I can't help it sometimes.

"Where are you headed?" Aiden slings his back pack over his shoulder.

"Sociology 101 with, Zimmer," I ruffle my bangs to make sure they're covering my forehead and slowly begin to walk toward campus.

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"Sure," I move my hair to the side to cover the birthmark on my neck. My heart is fluttering as fast as a hummingbird's. Get a hold of yourself, he's just a person. But Aiden's track record begs to differ. He's a beast on the court-leading the western conference in points, steals, assists and rebounds for the past four years. Not to mention the heavy stack of offers he's received from the NBA.

"My name is Aiden Knight," he says, holding out his hand.

"Halima Alexander," my palm reaches his. It's so warm and despite his giant figure he is careful when shaking my hand. I catch him looking at the birthmarks that cover my skin and I quickly pull away.

"You have a beautiful name," he says in a deep soothing voice.

You are beautiful. I think to myself. Every time I see his parents at the games I want to thank them for creating such a masterpiece. Obviously, I never would though.

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