Seduced Fall ✔️

9. His number

Clara Carter

"So, what do we have here?" I poke fun at the two, trying not to laugh. Samuel averts his gaze, battling with a flush that has turned his fair skin red. That's a first for me.

Who'd have guessed that the person who caused innumerable morons to break their bones, many professors to lose their careers, girls to lose their virginity, and me to receive detentions could blush?

"It's not what you think." Ray explains as she takes a step closer to me. She hasn't a single expression on her face that suggests she regrets what she was doing.

"The blush on your faces tells a different story." I knock around, both of their faces become even more flushed.

I'm not angry with her for not telling me she likes him. I've caught Samuel checking her out in front of me multiple times. But I used to believe that's just how he is.

Not the unwanted proud smile curves his lips when he exits the Dean's office, leaving me to clean the shit he started, but a genuine smile. They exchange a quiet laugh as they look at each other.

After trading glances, an awkward quiet develops, which I begin to relish as much as possible. When they hesitantly peek a look at each other again and immediately rip the stare apart, they look cute.

Ray gives me a sidelong stare and makes funny faces, signaling me to leave so she may at least say 'goodbye.'

"I'll be in the parking lot," I go away with a wink.

The librarian remains in the same spot, her wrinkled face displaying irritation. "I like the lovebirds' book behind that shelf."

I'm not a bad friend, am l?

In the parking lot, near my bike, I wait for Ray. Our sleepover night falls on the last day of the month. Every month's conclusion, we have a sleepover at my, Ray's, or Tyler's place.

We play silly games, drink a lot of alcohol, or just watch movies and sleep like we used to when we were kids.

I toss my backpack on the bike seat and lean against it with my elbows. I dial Tyler's number while whistling. After a few rings, he picks. "Hey, are you joining us?"

Due to the voice of papers being folded, books tumbling off a table, and something being broken, I take the phone away from my ear for a second.

"No, I've got a few practical's to complete. I'll be there until 7:00 p.m." He says this quickly and moves on to a conversation with the person next to him. Their talk has to do with getting some chemical reactions done or something like that.

How many assignments and nonsense does he have? If I were in his shoes, I would not have stayed at the university till today.

"Hey, you." a familiar voice says softly in my ear, startling me.

As I recognize the voice, I bite the smile from my lips. Stefan. Of course, how could anyone forget that deep voice?

I hang up and return the phone to my pocket.

He's now wearing sunglasses, blocking my view of his lovely eyes. A  backpack on his shoulder just like mine and his mouth is twisted into a gorgeous smile greets me.

He takes off his sunglasses to have a better look at me.

"What are you doing in here? I assumed you left when your last class had been canceled?" We were going to kiss in the middle of the corridor if it hadn't been for that ridiculous announcement.

He answers, running his hand through his hair, messing it up in a sexy way, "Had some work to do."

I lose focus of where I am because he keeps staring at me with his dazzling eyes. He gets closer and grabs the handlebars of my bike.

He doesn't move his stare away from mine, so I just stand there like an idiot.

I'm getting scared second by second because of the stillness between us. I'm usually nervous when there's silence. I bite my bottom lip, trying to maintain my composure. His gaze falls to my lips.

I avert my gaze to avoid the upcoming flirty looks he will throw at me. But it makes no difference to him since his cold hazel eyes are now fixed on me, like if nothing else in the world matters to him.

"Can I get your number?"

Great! Clara, did you come up with that? I should never utilize my brain in icebreakers. Never.

I'm sure he's thinking about me like one of those desperate girls in my class who keeps drooling over him.

I overheard them discussing how his leg muscles flex when he gets out of his car, how hot he looks when he slips his tongue over his lips, and how adorable he looks smiling.

When these bitches witnessed what was going on and where the hell was I?

He shakes his head. Should I take it as a no for his number?

A piece of paper is pulled out from his jeans pocket. He holds it in front of my face between his two long fingers. I examine his facial expressions as they become increasingly naughty, with a smirk curling over his lips.

"I prefer a call or at the very least a text." I grab the paper, hesitantly, and read what's written on it. It's a number.

His number.

He starts walking away, shrugging his shoulders as if having his own phone number scribbled on a piece of paper, ready to offer to anyone who needs it, isn't a big deal.

Like a call boy.

My mind starts to create up images of Stefan half-naked, posing in filthy and panty-soaking poses and delivering cheesy lines. Women from all around the world would swoon over him like it's some sale.

God, how much I'd be willing to give up simply to see him like that once.

"I can leave if you want some privacy." Ray's voice brings me back to reality. Stefan comes to a halt in his tracks and puts his arms over his hips.

Ray studies Stefan from head to toe and rubs her chin as if debating whether or not to purchase this beauty product.

Stay away from him, girl. I dare you to try to steal him from me.

Ray won't do anything to hurt me, I'm sure about that. But simply gazing at her stare at Stefan and seeing how Stefan grins back makes me envious.

"Good for you, Clara," she says. Stefan tilts his head to the side, allowing me to see his grin. 

"Absolutely," he adds, complimenting himself.

Hearing them causes my face to flush involuntarily. What am I supposed to do with his phone number though?