Unpredictable

Amelie Chantelle

"Ava we're late!" I shout as I shake my best friend awake causing her to stumble out of bed in nothing but panties and a bra. I'm usually the responsible one, but, Ava convinced me to drink last night which as it turns out wasn't smart.

As she heads into the bathroom, I grab my phone from the charger and see that it's 9:45 am meaning I only have 15 minutes to make it to class. Great. Once Ava is out I quickly shower then slip on some leggings, and my white lululemon jacket then quickly apply some mascara, spray the nearest perfume, and grab my backpack then head out.

Ava and I both share Dr. Diaz's class. She teaches Ap psych which I am planning on majoring in. It wasn't easy getting into Princeton university especially since it's only my mom and I. She's been working as a cook at some motel for years and had been paying my tuition. Since I live on campus, I chose to work as a part time tutor to help her pay but also to get on my professor's good graces.

As I'm rushing to class and fumbling with my hair, I don't notice when someone bumps into me almost knocking me over. Jake Champs, my very-big-mistake-hookup -turns -into -ex, pretends like this was an accident and tries to help steady me by placing his familiar, unwelcome hands on my waist.

"Amelie Chantelle? Is that you? Oh wow your hair looks darker I almost didn't recognize you! Where are you going?" My hair has always been black,he's just been too busy staring at my tits to notice. I really don't have time for this but I need to answer him or he'll keep bugging me. I hate that he mentioned my last name. I usually like to pretend it doesn't exist since my dirtbag of a father doesn't deserve me to have part of his name but he just had to go and remind me.

"Oh haha no it's the same. I'm running late I really gotta go. bye"

"Hey wai-" I rush past him before he can say anything else and lose him in the crowd of students talking, texting, making out, and just standing there. But as I'm passing by, I catch sight of Ezra Royce. We make brief eye contact where time seems to stop. I get trapped under the spell his sage green eyes cast on me and almost topple over again. He breaks eye contact first and keeps walking but when I look back I see he also looked back which causes me to break eye contact and enter my class.

I drop into my seat and pull my binder and macbook out to take notes. Suddenly class is over because I had tuned it out recalling that brief moment between Ezra and I in the hallway. It isn't the first time we've made eye contact or even spoken but he's such a loner and I'm not so we don't usually cross paths but when we do I always feel the pull to him and I don't think I'm imagining his draw to me too.

I leave and head to the library since my next class is still at 1 pm. When I make it there,I grab my signature window seat and plug in my AirPods to play my "fuck the fuck off" playlist then start on my work. After about 20 minutes, I feel eyes on me and I look up to see Ezra two tables to my right staring right at me over his book. He always sits there, it's his signature seat but I'm usually too focused on my work to hear anyone coming in or out though that doesn't seem to apply to him. He has a demanding aura and a compulsive nature. We're never here at the same time though or if we are one of us always leaves.I quickly glance  away and try to focus on my work but then I feel his shadow loom over me and am forced to look up at those deceiving, dangerous eyes. His chestnut brown,wavy hair falls over his forehead and onto his round, metal rimmed glasses. He pulls my earbuds out of my ears and whispers " What are your doing?"

"W-what do you m-mean?" I hate that I'm flustered and he knows it. He leans down so we're eye to eye since he's fucking gigantic and says "I mean why do you keep looking at me?"

"I'm not looking you" I lie through my teeth. He's so extremely tall even when he's eye-level with me and his scent is intoxicating. I'm barely resisting the urge to grab him and ride him right here in the middle of the library. Although he's dressed in a cream cashmere sweater and black slacks, you can tell he's hiding a work of art of a body under all those clothes that are in my way.

"Really?" He draws the word out so that it's laced with sarcasm, the arrogant bastard. It's as if he read my mind. I wouldn't put it past him and his magnetic presence.You'd think since he's such a loner that he'd be quiet and he is but not to me. The asshole only keeps this special treatment for me which would seem sweet if I weren't sweating bullets right now from only him acknowledging me.

"Yes really now if you don't mind I have to go" I say getting up and collecting all my books. He stretches his arm out stopping me and told my chin up to look at him.

"Can you tutor me?" He asks stunning me

"What? Why me? Aren't u smart?"

"Well yes but I want your help with some stuff. Or maybe I just wanna hang out with you Amelie. Would that be so bad? What do you say? Hmm?"

I'm dumbfounded and probably look like a fool but this is the first time he's ever flirted with me. Or at least that's what I think is happening. What if he's teasing me? I'm looking too much into this I need to leave

" I can't I'm sor-"

"Please love can't we just try one session?" He adjures in a last minute attempt to get me to agree which is seeming more tempting by the minute.

"Fine" i huff the word out like it's being forced out of me. I wish it was.

"Thank you my precious" Before I can overthink about what he just called me he bends down and places the softest kisses on both my cheeks that I might have imagined it. I get a whiff of his cologne which smells like cedar, and pine but I also smell.....is that apple juice? And books. His lips are so soft they feel like feathers.I want them again. Oh geez. I really need to leave now.

"O-okay w-when do you want to start?"

"Here tomorrow works. Same time." he suggests.

" Okay that works. I'll see you then Ezra"

I hear a slight intake of breath as if I've somehow startled him but I ignore it and turn away intent on leaving before I do something stupid like see if those lips feel the same in my mouth as they did on my cheeks. As I'm leaving I swear I hear him say something like "hopefully sooner" or maybe that's just wishful thinking.