I saw her in the rightest way
Nika Mühl. Where could I even start. Seeing her in the hallways, on the court, in the few classes we had; I wanted nothing more than to talk to her. She always seemed so perfect. I would never reach whatever planet she had all to herself.
My day was going as usual, except the fact she had moved seats in Psychology. Instead of sitting with some of her teammates, she moved beside me. Something about the way she threw her stuff down, she was sitting her out of frustration. It wasn't because she wanted to. I dropped my head, not looking in her direction. She wouldn't talk to me anyway.
"Hey," A small accent coming out with the word, "I shoulda asked but can I sit here for today?"
I nodded, not able to look at her. She shuffled in her seat, uncomfortable I could assume.
"I'm Nika by the way," She lifted her hand, wanting me to shake it.
I smiled, lifting my head to see a similar one on her's, "y/n."
Her smile grew, our hands meeting, "Cute name."
Instead of listening to the lecture, she talked to me. She asked me questions, she let me ask her questions. It was back and forth. Never in a million years did I think I would talk to her, but here I was.
"So, I can sit here tomorrow?" She asked, my brows raising, "If you don't want me too that's fine I ju-"
"No, I want you too," I cut her off, "It was nice talking to someone for once."
She smiled, "Well, I had fun talking to you too, y/n." She slid me a piece of paper, folded neatly her handwriting showing slightly from the ink bleeding through.
"What's this?"
"Just open it, I'll see you tomorrow," She waved, walking out.
I sat there stunned, I had spoke to The Nika Mühl. Not only did I talk to her, she gave me her number. The small note, there on that piece of paper was her number. Her name under it with a small heart beside it.
And then, she came up to my knees. Begging, baby, would you please? Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me
After sometime of talking and getting to know Nika, I found out she had a boyfriend. He was cool. He played basketball. He was made for her. She'd talk to me about him on our daily walks, something we started a week into being friends. She's complain that he seemed perfect, but she didn't want perfect. She wanted something real.
When they'd argue, which was becoming often, she'd come to me. She'd talk about how'd she wanted someone to listen to her, to actually want her.
"I would," I blurted out. Her eyes widened.
"You would what?"
"I would treat you so much better. I would give you everything. I would listen to you, talk to you, want you, everything," My face began to heat up, my cheeks burning.
"I know you would," She smiled, "That's why you'd make an amazing girlfriend to some girl one day."
I wanted that girl to be her, Nika. I kept that to myself. Sometimes I would hope I would just tell her to break up with her boyfriend, find her someone better, find me. I couldn't though.
One day, she came to me, crying.
"What's wrong, Niks?"
"Naheim," I rolled my eyes, "I know, but I think I'm done with him."
My face wanted to show every emotion, the smile trying to creep up, my eyes wanting to light up with joy, but I couldn't. Not right now.
"What happened?"
"I caught him," She broke, "He was with another girl."
I sighed, holding my arms out, "Come here." She listened, making her way into my arms. How could one mess something up with the perfect woman.
"You should show me," To say the least, I was confused.
"What?"
"I want you, y/n, to show me how you would treat me. You said you would do it better then he could," I was shocked.
"Nik-"
"Please, I honestly just need to feel loved by someone. He's just made me feel so...so...usless," I broke, I knew I loved her, I knew it. But, this seemed like she didn't want to reciprocate the feelings. She just wanted them to be sent her way. I couldn't say no to her though, it was Nika.
"Okay," I brought us to my couch, simply opening my arms for here to make her way to me. She smiled through teary eyes, laying on top of me, her head snuggled into the crook of my neck.
Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor
It almost felt real, I think it was real. The way she held my hand during the couple of classes we had. The hangouts becoming sleepovers, laying in each others arms through the night. We had never kissed, but I wanted to. I really wanted to.
"Hey, Nika?"
"Yes, y/n?"
"Can I kiss you?" Her eyes widened, shock apparent on her face, "Or not it's cool, I jus-"
She pulled me into her, our lips meeting. It felt so right, she felt right. The way her lips moved with mine. Her body on mine. I've wanted this, and it was exactly how I've always imagined it.
"Was that good?"
"More than good," I paused, I wanted more, "It was perfect."
I pulled her in for another one, a longer, deeper one. Her soft lips moving against my lips. It felt like they were made for each other. The act felt like a drug, I never wanted to stop. I flipped us, her on her back, I over top of her. Her eyes scanned my face, biting her lip slightly.
"Is something wrong?" I was worried I'd gone too far.
"No," She smiled, "I think I love you."
My heart fluttered, beating out of my chest, "I think I love you too."
Her arms snaked around my neck, her hands making their way through my hair. She pulled me in for another, and another, and another. That's all we did that night, we kissed. It was like we were both addicted, we were each other's drug.
a/n: I actually started this on tumblr so enjoy!!
