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She was always so bothered by the tiniest things. In actuality, she was bothered by everything — by the way everything had to happen, how everything was set up, how people looked, the way they acted — everything. It took all of her strength to mentally push out nasty and disruptive thoughts that prompted her to act upon these people with violence. 

Yet she wasn’t bothered by him. He was the last thing in the world whom she wanted to strangle. He was an intellectual human being. She was deeply interested in him. He wasn’t dumb like those other guys. He knew what he was talking about and he was avid about it too.

Although he was a bit shorter than most teenagers his age, he was no less a tough, but warm-hearted boy. She was completely mesmerized by him and his actions. How every move he made was so perfect, so flawless — she could not keep her eyes off of him.

It scared her that she felt this way. He was the only one who made sense to her and she was sure of it. Everyone else just made her upset.