Ok, so there’s this boy in my class right?

And he seems to have some hidden problem with me.

Because, every time I walk past him, or he sees me, he yells out ‘thief’.

And I have absolutely no idea why.

And to be honest, it’s beginning to annoy me, yet getting me really curious.

Another thing about this boy; he’s cute.

Yea, I admit it, he is cute.

A lot of girls swoon over him, I guess.

I keep my distance though.

Being called ‘thief’ isn’t really the best thing.

It’s like I stole something really important or something.

My friends want to know as well.

They have tried once to get it out of him… But it didn’t end well.

They had come back soaking from head to toe.

So now I sit here, staring at him playing soccer.

It's the big soccer gala day, where lots of other schools come here to compete.

After the games, we were dismissed and allowed to go home.

I shuffle along with the other students, when I hear a familiar voice shout out something just as familar. 

“Thief!”

Everyone turns and stares at me, either judging or confused.

I hunch my shoulders up and walk away.

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I'm walking home, half-way there already.

But something is troubling me.

“Why does my bag feel so light?” I mumble to myself.

I suddenly stop and face-palm.

I had left ALL my books in the library.

I turn sharply and jog back to the school.

There is a bunch of homework in there, and it's all due tomorrow.

I arrive there and begin walking, catching my breath.

I hear the distance noise of a basketball going through the hoop in the gym.

Thinking nothing about it, I walk past the open doors until…

“Thief! Whaddup?”

I cringe and continue walking though, a bit faster this time.

I hear footsteps behind me.

I swivel around and glare at him.

“What do you want?” I mutter at him.

He holds up his hands  as if in self defense.

“Nothing. Just curious why you’re still here, thief.” His lips spread into a wide grin. I sigh and roll my eyes.

“Why do you keep on calling me that? It’s annoying.” I whine and walke towards the library.

He trails behind me.

“Because…”

“Because…?” I say, not turning around.

“Nevermind~ Now tell me what you’re doing here.” He jogs in front of me and starts to walk backwards.

“Not until you tell me why you keep on calling me thief.” I reply stubbornly.

“Fine, I’ll just follow you.” He shrugs and begins walking beside me.

I push open the large library door and enter.

I found my books quickly and was about to hurry out the door, but he stopped me suddenly.

“Wait… Will you stay if I told you why?” He says, staring down at his basketball.

I narrow my eyes and shrug.

“Fine.”

“I call you thief because…” He inhales a sharp breath of air.

“Because you stole my heart.”