Love at First Sight

5. Aiden

I was still feeling kinda dizzy after the game, but we'd won, and despite my...uh...predicament on the ice, i was in the varsity team! We had to celabrate, so Miles took the team to some diner in the middle of town, on him.

We entered and immediately my eyes landed on her. Her with the siren eyes. Her who looked like a freakin' godess her who-

Looked like she wanted to snap me in half.

I swallowed, well that was slightly...unnerving. Damn, she looked mad...that just made her hotter, if that was possible, I was tempted to go up there and talk to her...but then I realised I didn't even know her name.

I leaned towards Miles, "Dude...what's the new girl's name again? Nasa or something...right?"

Miles choked, "Nasa!?" He laughed "Your an idiot, it's Nyssa, or can you not read anymore either?"

I was slightly confused, but then I looked back at her, and saw a little  name tag stuck to the grey shirt she was wearing.

Nyssa. A

I was an idiot. I berated myself, of course this inhumanly stunning girl would have a pretty name. Miles and Cole were glaring at me with amused expressions.

"Why don't you go talk to her, Romeo?" Miles said, and it was very obvious that he was trying his best not to laugh.

"yeah, go order us food man, and talk to her, who knows, maybe you'll finally learn how to not stuff it up-" Cole snickered.

I glared at him, but he wasn't wrong, I wasn't like Cole and Miles, I wasn't exactly great at talking to girls, even when they started the conversation, I'd usually get distracted, or zone out...but the idea of listening to Nyssa talk sounded very appealing, and my mom's always telling me I should get a girlfriend so...what's the worst that could happen?

And just like that, I found myself standing up to 'order food' for my team. Should this be nerve racking? It's just ordering food, I've done it like a thousand times, this is fine, this is normal this is-

"what can I get you?" Her tone was bored, and sharp, and her voice sounded like she was trying her best not to skin me alive. It was hot.

I just stared at her like an idiot for a few seconds, before I remembered what I had to do. Food, right. Order food. Don't stare like a creep at the pretty girl. I swallowed.

"Yeah, uh- seven milkshakes and fries please" I managed to mumble out. God, what was wrong with me? I sounded like an awkward seven-year old...for fucks sake. I internally groaned. What was this girl doing to me!?

"Yeah, that'll be thirty-five dollars" She said, in her bored tone of voice. Why was that so hot? It shouldn't be. She's obviously trying to be a bitch, but it's not working, because I think it's hot, and I want to listen to this bitchy voice for the res of my life and-

"Um...are you gonna pay or...?"

Shit. I have got to stop doing that. OK. Just pay. Give her a fifty, and smoothly tell her to keep the change. Yeah. That should work. Perfect. 

I slid the fifty-dollar note on the counter, and tried my best to be smooth about it. "Uh, here, keep-keep the change-" I stuttered. Damnit, That did not go the way I wanted it to.

She nodded with a somewhat amused expression and turned around to call for some chef. I awkwardly walked back to our table, where Miles and Cole had apparently watched the entire exchange, and were now laughing hysterically.

Ugh. This is all my fault. I just had to get distracted by the one girl who looks like she wants to deflate me like a balloon, and apparently, my friends noticed that too. Way to go Aiden

See, the thing is, I usually get girls. But I never get them, as in, I don't date them, because...I can't. I mean, I can, I just don't want to. Not be rude, or anything I just-

Ok, let me put it this way. If i were to start dating a girl. I would probably end up scaring her off, because when I like a girl, I really like her, like with my whole heart...and from what I've seen, girls don't exactly like that...so I've officially given up.

...or I had thought I'd given up. Until Nyssa. A walzted into Crestwood High.

"Earth to Aiden?" Cole's voice snapped me back to reality. I almost jumped in my seat.

"Y-yeah?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and pretending to be tired.

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you were practically undressing little miss 'i'm-gonna-kill-you' with your eyes, and instead focus on the fact that we have an english test next week" Cole said flatly.

My cheeks blazed, "I was not-" I paused "wait what!?" I wanted to curl up and die. I'd probably fail this test. Just like the others, and then coach would tell my mom, and she'd lecture me for half an hour, and then send me to my room to 'study.'

I can't help that I'm not good at studying. I just...lose focus, sometimes I feel like the only thing I'm good at is hockey. Mom says it's because I don't give importance to my academics or whatever, but I don't need to, I'm getting into Duke with a hockey scholarship, I don't need to study...right? And even if i did, It's not like i'd be any good at it. Oh well. What can you do? At least I always have hockey to fall back on.

Nyssa came to our table carrying seven milkshakes and a bowl of fries on a tray, and set it down. Our eyes met for a moment.

Scratch that, I looked at her and she gave me the most unnerving glare I've ever recieved from any human being. Probably ever. And of course, My fucked-up brain found that hot, so my cheeks blazed and I had to look away before I made a fool of myself in front of this girl again. I could practically feel her scrutinising gaze burn daggers into the back of my head, so it didn't suprise me when I heard her slightly chuckle as she walked back to the counter.

Wait. That laugh. That chuckle. It sounded like...like music, God it sounded perfect. I found myself wanting to make her laugh again...and again...Jesus...I could listen to that for days-

It was settled. I don't care how awkward or weird I'll look. I want Nyssa freaking A.

I also want to know what her last name is.