Stellar

One SMALL Detail.

Wednesday

Dan's POV

I'm not sure why but I don't really get nervous.

I stand in front of fifty plus people on a daily basis, shouting out my opinions which could (and do) get mocked, but it never phased me.

I could go out in public and make a fool out of myself by doing something completely horrific and I wouldn't ever feel the least bit foolish or embarrassed.

I could probably even run down the street completely naked, banging on my chest while making chimpanzee noises and feel completely comfortable with myself.

All of which was incredibly odd, considering that I was sitting in my office alone and I was having serious heart palpitations. I was more nervous then, than I think I had ever been before in my life and I wasn't even around anyone.

I knew it was because I was fearing what was to come. So much that I had been reduced to tidying my office, which had already been tidied three times since I had arrive that morning.

You probably would have thought that I had a hardcore cocaine problem or something. I literally could not sit still, even when I tried to make myself.

I had sent Sydney an email asking her to meet with me before lecture and the clock on the wall, that was ticking far too fast, let me know that there was only a few minutes left until she was supposed to arrive.

If she even came at all.

She had every right not to show her face around me again. I'm sure she was thoroughly embarrassed with the fact that I knew how she spent her evenings, and perhaps even more embarrassed knowing how I liked to spend mine from time to time.

On top of the awkward run in we had the last time that I saw her, I was about to tell her that I was done trying to fight how I felt so that I could do the right thing.

This was the right thing. I kept reminding myself of that.

Even if it didn't go to plan, and she was completely against all of it, I had to at least try. I knew that if I didn't, I would walk around kicking myself in the ass for it.

I was starting to have second thoughts about doing it. There might have been a spark between us but it wasn't anything like what Phil had with Brighton.

I'm quite certain Sydney didn't weep over baked goods at my expense. Not that I wanted her to, but you know... Their bond was strong and based around something deep and special, if you will.

Sydney and me? We were based around rude comments and insults. But there was something so beautiful about that to me, and no, I'm not being a smartass.

It was a different kind of passion, but passion nonetheless, and it was unlike anything else I had ever before experienced.

After adjusting the pictures on the wall I forced myself to sit down. I had been moving so much that I had worked up a bit of sweat and the last thing I wanted was wet armpit stains while wearing the white button down that I had sold my dignity for.

Yeah, I was able to get the coffee stain out of it. Well, Phil was. Whatever.

I had tried rehearsing what I would say to her, but honestly, I found almost everything in life much easier to do without really thinking over it too much.

I was very good at rambling and going on about something that I was passionate it about, so I knew I wouldn't run out of words to express myself and how I felt.

All of my anxiety and nervousness stemmed down to one thing and one thing only. How Sydney was going to react.

Footsteps down the hall made my body tense up and I washed the lump that had grown in the back of my throat down with a sip of coffee.