Love at First Sight

6. Nyssa

Of course the one person I wanted nothing to do with showed up thirty minutes before closing time. Just my luck. I'm honestly suprised I didn't punch him right then and there when he took like three years to order a couple of milkshakes and fries. I heard his friends making fun of him for not being able to talk to me. I don't blame him. I probably wouldn't want to talk to me either, not when I'm giving one of my 'looks.'

Yes, Brooke says I have this 'look' when i'm annoyed, or angry, moments before I go off ranting, punching, ecetera, even my dad's afraid of them sometimes. 

As they're eating, a pull out a book- 1984 a classic, to read while I wait. I glance up every now and again. Not to look at him. Absolutely not. Merely to...observe. I've never been able to play hockey. Or ice skate for that matter. So it kind of annoy's me that they can do it, and I can't. They all look so...carefree...as if they don't have a care in the world, especially Aiden- i mean blondie- 

My intrest perks when one of his friends mentions an english test. It would only be my second day at the school, so I wonder if they'll let me do it. I hope so. I may not be able to ice skate, or play hockey, but if there's one thing I am good at, its studying, and tests. English and history mostly, but I'm great and math and science too.

I study blondie's facial expression as the test is mentioned. His already pale face gets even paler, and for the first time since I saw him, he looks visibly worried about something. Huh. That must be his weakness. Tests. Can't relate.

I try to focus back on my book, but it gets increasingly harder. As soon as that damn test was mentioned, he hasn't talked a single word.

Weird

I meanI know alot of people who don't like tests, Brooke especially, but I've never met someone who's...scared of them. I find myself feeling bad for this kid. For the second time since i've seen him. Holy shit, what is happening to me? I shouldn't feel like this. Feel...sympathy for some sunshine-and-rainbows hockey player. God, Brooke must be rubbing off on me. What am I becoming? This is too much. I need a distraction, so, without further ado, as soon as they finished, I went over, packed up their table and (politely) told them to leave.

"Good luck on the test" I added nonchalantly. I looked back to see blondie's expression. He got paler, if that was even possible, and gave me a small, almost nervous nod, before walking out with his rowdy friends.

Intresting

So Aiden Rhodes has a weakness for tests. I wonder if he's just stressed or...is it something more? Does it have to do with hockey? Maybe it's-

Wait

Why am I so intrested? Here I am, stinding in the middle of my dad's diner, obsessing over why some rando guy hates tests. Oh, i'll answer that, because he's a normal god damn teenager, that's why Nyssa, stupid, get over it you idiot, I berated myself.

I went upstairs to the apartemnt upstairs where my dad and I live. It's not much, but we make it work, after all, we're only two people.

"Daaad! I closed up the shop!" I called to the somewhat empty apartment.

"In here Nyss!" My dad's voice called from the kitchen.

I came into the kitchen and scent of pasta filled my nostrils. Oh my god. I love my dad.

He smiled at me, "figured I would make your favourite dish," he chuckled.

I ran up and hugged him, while he was still holding the wooden spoon, "thank you" I mumbled.

He kissed the top of my head, "I know moving here hasn't been easy for you agrios" he told me, 'agrios' is greek for savage, he gave me that nickname after I beat up Brooke's ex-boyfriend in middle school, and we discovered that I had Intermittent explosive disorder, AKA anger issues.

He held the wooden spoon to my mouth and I tasted the sauce. Perfect, like always.

I nodded "i love it" I chuckled. My father was the only one who could make me smile, or laugh genuinely, him and Brooke. Of course, I made myself laugh too, when I give people fake bad news to see their reactions, or when I fuck with people's heads because they pissed me off. That usually makes me smile.

My dad and I talked for a bit with dinner, and of course, my clumsy mouth just had to end up mentioning Aiden.

"Who's Aiden?" My father immediately asked me, putting his fork down

"Oh, no one, just one of those annoying customers, kinda pissed me off coming in thirty minutes before closing" I muttered

"does he go to your school?" My dad asked. Great, this was now a full-on interrogation

"Uh, yeah, he's on the hockey team" I said casually, "I'm going to bed, goodnight dad, thanks for dinner" I said, placing my bowl in the sink and going to my room.