Stranger or Lover?

Chapter 2

Like what are the actual odds? I thought this throughout the day honestly because he was basically in all my classes; and I toned down my usual brilliance because I honestly couldn't concentrate. I introduced him to my group of friends, and even offered to introduce him to some of the other footy players because he was considered joining our team but he said no. He only talked to me and he only hung out with me. I didn't understand why I mean I wasn't anything special. Finally it was the end of the day, and I was walking towards the parking lot to get to my car when I accidentally walked into someone. "Shit sorry!" I cried as I realised I may of hit them in their nose (don't ask how but I'm actually highly uncoordinated.) 

"What a surprise this is." James laughed. He smiled and rubbed his nose.

I was dead embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you!" I turned to unlock my car but I felt a hand on my shoulder and so I turned around to be face to face with him. 

"Well missy, you owe me dinner then." He smirked. What a cheeky bastard. 

"I can agree to that." I grinned.

"Good. I will pick you up at 6." He grinned and he hopped onto the motorbike that was parked next to me. Goddamn. He was hot and a bad ass. I liked him more and more. 

I rushed home (not breaking road rules though, always have to drive safe!) and I quickly jumped in the shower. Once I was done, I blow dried my hair and straightened it. I had long dark brown hair, and sometimes I hated it. I was somewhat liking it today so I decided to straighten it and then have it in a high ponytail. Once I finished my hair and put on a bit of makeup because, like whom am I kidding, James was HOT and there is no way I wouldn't put any on! Then it was deciding what the hell to wear. What a goddamn task I tell you. Because I wasn't sure exactly where we would be going, I decided on a purple two piece set I had, that was just a knee length skirt and a matching short sleeve crop top, and then some white heels. I had just put my lipstick and phone into my small white purse when the doorbell rang. Must be James.