These chapters are so short, aren't they?

 The next few days are unusual to you. For most of the time you have been able to distract yourself and focus on the fictional worlds you love and the quirky friendships you have made, along with the new skills you are learning at the library. However, that small percentage of time where you can't occupy your brain with something better, you have Stuart fixed there like an unmovable stone gargoyle, unescapable.

 You don't know what it is about him that sticks in your thoughts - sure, he's attractive, but his personality, at least when directed at you, is not. The rudeness and mocking you have encountered with him almost smothers the sound of his voice running through your mind, the picture of his eyes behind the black frames floating around the inside of your skull like a fishing rod.

 With each new day, all as equally shining bright and sunny as the next, amusing and unpredictable with each conversation with the guys and every phone call to Neha, you seem to discover new things about Stuart. You manage to keep your face assumed in a 'glaring' position when you assess these new discoveries, pleased he didn't keep to his promise of not throwing the jibes at you (though he did cut back).

 These new things include the exact shade of his irises. Each new outfit you see him in day-to-day. The way his lips curl at the corners when he smiles. Every mark and blemish on his skin.

 Then, after a sufficient amount of Stuart-centred thoughts, you revert back to the typical 'y/n-brain' and remember to hate him, and use your distractions to keep your supposed curious thoughts about him away, as if you never considered liking your worst enemy.

*

 During one of the usual lunchtime talks you struggle with joining in with - the exact details of their intern tasks - you find yourself accidentally staring at Stuart as he discusses with Yo-yo something about microchips and data, the foreign and technical words flowing from his mouth with ease, though you pick them up and try to slot them in your brain in a way that fits. However, the meanings are far too complicated for you, and it shows on your face.

 Stuart looks over at you once his part of the discussion is over and takes a bite of food.

 "Looking a bit confused, are we, bookworm?" he grins, and you look down, shaking your head and focusing on your food.

 "No, I was just...thinking how boring all that sounds." Lie. Total lie. A lot of what the interns talk about sounds fascinating, but you refuse, thanks to your pride, to ask about it: Stuart will say exactly what you think he will, and somewhere reference your apparent stupidity.

 "Really? Sure you don't want a few lessons in data handling, or will everything just go over your head?" Stuart taunts, for some reason in a better mood than most days he decides to pick on you.

 "I don't care about your data stuff, actually. I -"

 "Prefer something fake that has no application to real life than something that requires actual, brain power, I know." His eyes roll once again.

 "Are you saying I have a lazy brain?" you probe sharply. Stuart gestures his hands as if you are stating the obvious and continues his conversation with Yo-yo. This time, you focus on the lunch in front of you instead of him, wondering if there was a way to prove him, for once, completely wrong. Especially about you and your technological ability.

Sorry about the boring, not-much-going-on thing in these chapters. They never turn out the way I imagine.