Noah's Lifeline

Spill the beans, why don't you?

Why did no one tell me it was spiel and not spill? Anyway - thank you for reading this far! I've been trying to write a book since elementary school and this is the furthest I've ever gotten so I'm grateful for all the votes and saves to your libraries!
*Mildly edited*

Zahra's POV-

"And that brings us to the end of today's lecture, have a good weekend you all." Mrs. Reynolds was at the top of podium- literally breaths away from me and still sounded miles out. Her voice was distorted in my ears as the seminar room was going in and out of focus by the second.

My hands were wringing with barely measured anxiety and I felt the familiar closing of my throat as though it were filled with quicksand. It had been a couple weeks since my run in at the cantina with him and I had conflicting emotions.

That had been one of the worst first days I had in ages but his conversation was a welcome distraction. Noah himself was a sinfully welcome distraction and I was having a hard time deciphering whether or not it'd be in my best interest to see him.

I had goals that were years in the making and was now fantasizing over a guy I'd barely had two conversations with, AND granted , had tried to attack me upon first meeting.

I bit down on my lip harder and closed my eyes as I searched for that thing I called peace this past summer. Yet all I saw were fairy like features, blue eyes, and the tips of  familiar reddening ears.

I smiled to myself as I imagined his laugh and how I wanted to say more silly things to hear it again, it was just that infectious. But alas I hadn't had the chance to seem him, even if I hadn't been hiding out, because he was working hard for some match coming up.

It was all over social media and a freshman fan club of his had taken the liberty to post his flyers everywhere and I mean everywhere!

I go to lunch, a flyer. The student memorial center: a flyer. The elevators : a flyer. Even refilling my bottle in the creative break room - a flyer!

I knew that when I left this seminar room and turned right down the hall there was going to be  a small flyer of Noah's face with neon words scattered around in advertisement.

So essentially there was no escaping him, even as I halfway wanted too, I still hadn't made up my mind if you could not tell.

Taking this a my cue to exit I gathered my belongings and slowly exited the room, headed to that student memorial center across campus.

It was a beautiful day as per usual this time of the year and I already felt lighter with the sun's rays kissing my face. Maybe the day would not be such a drag as I'd thought.

Just as I'd passed the flag post, I got a message from an unsaved number.

Meet me at the sushi bar on the second floor, back of the restaurant.

My body froze as all the warmth from the sun drew away just that quick. In my funk I could not remember who I'd handed my number too and it's rude to say 'who the heck are you'.

Right?

So instead I just put a bit more pep in my step and lugged my belongings up the flight of the stairs as I then made a beeline for the special elevator.

There was no one in there, thank goodness,  which made me feel better about freaking out in the elevator without judgement.

Who was I meeting? Who was I dumb enough to give my number too and not save their's too?

The second floor came too fast and I forced myself to move. 

Left foot , right foot say excuse me and watch your step.