Adeline's P.O.V
I'm casually walking down the hallway to get to my next class. That is until an opening door caught my eye. I didn't have enough time to react, so the door knocked me to the cold, hard ground.
Ouch.
My books and papers went flying everywhere.
Great.
"I'm so sorry." A husky male voice spoke, while extending their arm out to help me.
I gladly take his hand, and he helps me up. Once I look into those gorgeous eyes, I immediately feel embarrassed.
Those eyes. Those gorgeous, gorgeous emerald eyes.
"I really am sorry. Are you alright?" He asks
"Uhh, yeah I-I'm fine." I stutter.
"I just hit you with a door. Are you sure you don't need to go to the nurse, your forehead is starting to bruise." He says, while kneeling down to help me pick up my belongings.
"I think I'll be fine. I'll just put ice on it when I get home." I say.
He hands me all of my books.
"I'll just be getting to class now." I smile at him.
"Thanks for hitting me with the door." I add, with a small laugh.
He chuckles.
I began to walk away, when he says,
"I really am sorry for that Adeline." He says catching up to me.
"Oh, uh, it's just Addie. I go by Addie." I say.
"Addie." He repeats.
"May I accompany you to your next class?" He adds.
"Sure. Yeah." I smile at him.
"Cool. So, we're headed?" He asks.
"Mr.Mitchell." I reply.
"Ahh, A.P math?" He asks.
"Yeah. I'm a bit of a nerd." I say, with a small laugh.
"Hey, a little nerd never killed anyone." He says with a smile.
"I guess."
"What other classes do you have?"
"Uh, Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Landcaster, Mrs. Mingle, Mr. London, and Mrs. Donster."
"All A.P?"
"Yup." I say pooping the "p".
"I think we have Mr. Gordon together. I'm the one who can't pay attention to save his life." He says with a nervous chuckle.
"Harry. I know who you are." I say.
"I'm honored." He says with a smirk.
"Here we are." He adds.
"Indeed we are." I say with sarcasm.
"I'll see you sometime, yeah?"
"Definitely." I say with a small wave.
I walk into Mr. Mitchell's classroom and take my normal seat in the corner.
I couldn't seem to pay attention at all in the next hour.
He's just so gorgeous. His hair is gorgeously curly. His eyes sparkle. He's perfect. And he hit me with a door. I really hope that the bruise isn't bad.
I can't believe that actually happened. I mean it's not everyday a super attractive, popular jock hits you in the head with a door, and seems generally sorry about it.
