Foreigners of Love

5

Silas' POV

You would think if you saw your fellow classmate being puked on in the midst of the hallway on a Thursday morning, you would do everything in your power to help her out, right?

But what did I do?

Panic and opened the first door that I saw before she saw that I was right behind her. Fortunately the door I opened was a supply closet full of mops and surprisingly a huge amount of baby wipes. Why? I have no idea and I'm going to leave it that way.

2 months into the fall semester and I'm hiding in a closet filled with baby wipes in order to avoid interacting with a girl that I've spoken to before.

You would think working on a project with her and talking to her from time to time would lead us to eventually being friends, but I honestly find myself giving her one word responses.

Naomi Campbells is changing me and she doesn't even know it.

It starts with my mind going blank. My face I feel like goes stoic since I don't want her to think I'm some weirdo since I keep showing her that I have the inability to really form long sentences.

I mean for instance, yesterday during physics she asks me if one of my final answers that I got was 76.56, and how did I respond?

I giggled.

Yes, giggled.

The first giggle of my lifetime. I never thought that I would have one of those, but now I'm trying to make that one my last.

Unable to properly give her a yes or no answer, I just handed her my paper. To this moment I still thank god or whatever unknown power that it was that helped my hands grab that paper and give it to her. I was a total goner the moment she turned to me and made eye contact.

Shit, Christian and Ace is right. 

I'm too gaga for this girl. I don't know if it's the odd smell that's coming off the mops or the fumes from the mold in the corner that's getting to me, but I'm honestly starting to have an epiphany.

What would they say when they found out that she made me giggle? I would never hear the end of it. Since Ace is in my class, he always finds a way to do that dumbass eyebrow dance whenever Naomi Campbells and I are close to each other.

With how many times he has been doing it, I pray the day that he is cursed with a unibrow.

Ace on the hand doesn't give me a hard time and I'm grateful for it. For the most part if he's not playing at the basketball court, studying, or doing homework then he is most definitely at the gym. I remember when we first met, He came in our dorm room with protein powder, enzyme medication, almond milk, and a huge container of what he said is organic peanut butter. The peanut butter is nothing like I've ever tried before. Texture wise, it was quite smooth. The taste in itself is completely different. It started with that typical sweet taste and then there is a sudden wave of spiciness that punched through.

You read that right.

Spiciness.

Straight fire.

Fuego.

To put it simply, he sees the spiciness as a way to help wake you up in the morning. Why not drink coffee you may ask? Well it gives him diarrhea, and trust me you don't want to know what his smelled like. It was one of the most traumatic scents that my body had the horror of being introduced too. The tears in my eyes were physical proof of the smell being a little bit too pungent.

"Young man, what are you doing in my closet?"

Looking straight ahead by the door, I see a bald guy with his eyebrows scrunched together staring right at me.

When the hell did he open that door?

Was I so lost in my own world that I didn't hear him?

"I'm sorry, what?"

Stepping a little closer, the man took the mop that was blocking my face out of my hand and dragged me out of the closet.

"I don't want to know when, how, or what got you in my closet. All I know is that there won't be a second time, you got it kid?"

Damn, this man really has a way of being very expressive with his eyebrows. There's some grey hairs in there and if I'm not mistaken it seems like he forgot to use a little bit of that hair dye in the corner of his eyebrows.  That big mole of the side of his eyebrow doesn't help with preventing people from seeing those grey hairs.

"YOUNG MAN ARE YOU HEARING ME!"

"Ummm. y-y-yes s-s-sir, going inside closet bad. Staying in hallway is good"