"There's just something about you" he said looking at me, almost like he could see my soul
"Something about me?... it's the chase Elliot, you'll get bored at the end." I respond with a shrug looking anywhere but at him.
" No it's not just the...
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To me college was a safe place,crazy I know, but I wasn't one for sentiments and honestly no one in college really gave a fuck about half the shit they said they cared about.
I loved being stressed, I am not a maniac but being stressed was the only way I could feel something and keep myself occupied
I volunteered for every extra activity that the college had to offer that I was good at, which isn't a lot, but eventually I just stuck to a few like.
That would explain why I was currently in the arts department, drama building to be exact.I was the drama departments handy tailor.
It was a hot Tuesday afternoon, I had dropped by to collect the list of materials that would be needed for the next play,
I also came here to get away from the annoying questions Liz keeps throwing at me.I may love her to death but I needed space to think and sort out shit.
The kiss last week,or rather kisses meant nothing to me,it was a spur of the moment, I would hate to give someone false hope that I honestly gave a fuck,
I didn't.
But that doesn't stop me from thinking of it,I mean it was a good kiss.
"Okay so we need blue satin fabric...maybe twelve yards...and-". I get interrupted by the door opening...that's weird no one ever stays this late...well except me.
"What do you-...YOU?."I growl at the being by the door
"Hey."He says stepping into the room and making it seem smaller .
"What are you doing here?...no,why are you here?". I question watching him approach me with caution.I was on high alert,something about this kid put me on high alert especially after last Friday.
I didn't like the way he stopped right in front of my table looking hot as ever in his blue hoodie and black ripped jeans,his hair was slightly damp,like he just took a shower.By the time on my phone it seems like football practice ended thirty minutes ago.So what was he still doing here?.
"That's not a way to be welcoming."he smirks running his hand along the table as he slowly makes his way to my side.
"Who says i was trying to be welcoming?...get out Elliot."I reply dropping my iPad on the table and crossing my arms in front of me.I was not about to let my guard down and then let him win again.
You would think that with the amount of hostility rolling off me the bastard would go away but no he stops right in front of me,looking smug.I was average,yeah a solid 5'6 and yet the bastard towered over me being 6'4.
I hated that I loved his height.
I hated the way looking smug made him look hotter and more sexier,gosh I hate that I know this guy.There was a lot of hating going on in my life right now,thanks to Mr.Bright eyes over here.
