Love at First Sight

14. Nyssa

Brooke managed to convince me to come to a party. I'm not completely sure how...I think she mentioned something about punch...? Whatever, I was here now, and I immediately regretted it. I'd forgotten how much I hated parties...they just were not my thing. The music, the drunk teenagers...

I shuddered. Luckily, I had convinced Brooke to let me bring a book, well, more like I told her I was bringing a book and she agreed with me because she knew it'd be useless to argue. Anyways, the minute we got there, Brooke found some guy and ran. She set me on the couch, and made sure my phone was ringing before going off to have some fun. I rolled my eyes and plugged my earphones in, opening my book- Anne Frank.

It was peaceful...until a certain blond approached me. Aiden's team had won their game, and I'd be lying if I said i wasn't slightly happy. I never realised how good he really was, until I actually saw him play properly for the first time today...he was like a tiger on the ice...weaving, passing...and not once was he cocky or overconfident. 

He handed me a drink and sat down next to me with a lazy smile. Hm...is he drunk? Only one way to find out...

I didn't take the drink, instead shaking my head with a straight face. He looked somewhat dissapointed before downing his own and setting it on the table. "What're you doing reading at a party?" He chuckled, his words tumbling out slightly, so he wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy.

"I don't like parties" I said simply, he grinned and leaned forward.

My legs were on the couch, the soles of my shoes digging into the fabric, as I shuffled back, my back hitting the armrest of the couch, His eyes flicked to the jersey I was still wearing, with the last name 'Hudson' written on it. His usually bright and sunny blue eyes darkened ever-so-slightly, and he leaned forward some more.

"Why're you still wearing that?" He asked slightly gruffly. Why did he care? It was just a jersey.

I huffed "Because I can? Also because I can't be bothered to change" I said, crossing my arms, and losing the page i was on. Damnit.

"Are you wearing something underneath?" He asked suspiciously

"Uh-wh-yeah, yeah I am...why-?"

Instead of answering, he tugged the jersey up, "you shouldn'twearCole'sjersey~" He slurred

My brows furrowed and I swatted his hand away, "Don't touch me Aiden!" I yelled, "And don't fucking tell me what to wear-also-who's Cole!?"

Jesus, who did this guy think he was!? Trying to get me to take off a random jersey, gross! Just when I started to think he might be a somewhat sweet person-

"No-noNyssa-It'snot-like-like that" He mumbled "Waitright here-"

Suddenly, he got up and hurried off somewhere into the crowd.

Ugh, this is exactly why I hate parties, drunk people, loud music...I couldn't fathom it. Just as I was about to plug my earphones back in, he came back with an identical-looking jersey, except this one had 'Rhodes' written on the back.

Oh my god

I almost laughed. He wasn't trying to be gross...he just wanted me to wear his. That's...actually kind of cute-

"SorryIjust-" He mumbled, closing his eyes and unsteadily handing me his jersey. I had to supress a laugh. He looked so...adorable, shutting his eyes, waiting for me to change into his shirt...it was almost endearing.

But a part of me knew i shouldn't wear it because...wearing it would be accepting that i want to be friends with him...which isn't necassarily bad but...the last time i was 'just friends' with a guy it didn't end up well...

"Aiden?" I said, waving my hand in front of his face "You can open your eyes, I'm not wearing Cole's jersey anymore"

I had taken off the other shirt, and was sitting there in just my tank-top and shorts. "But...i'm not gonna wear yours either, ok?" I said, shuffling back

He opened his eyes. His big...bright blue eyes and gave a slight frown, before switching back to his usualy lazy smile "oh-oh, that's fine" he mumbled.

I gave a small, almost unoticable smile. His eyes lit up for whatever reason, "Youlooksoprettywhenyousmile" his raspy voice tumbled out, "I-iwanna seeitallthe time-" he continued, his voice getting more slurred with every sip of his drink, "'And-and your laughsound~s like-like...prettymusic-" He mumbled, "Iwouldgive~ up everythingto~ hearit-"

My breath hitched, and my breath quickened with every word he said. I didn't belive him, of course not...he was drunk he was just-

God what was happening to me? Why did I want to believe him? This was too much-

"Aiden!" I suddenly yelled in the middle of his rant, "Aiden...you're very drunk" I said, my voice suprisingly soft, "You should...drink some water, ok?"

Aiden paused mid-sentence, and looked at me with one of those cute, confused expressions.

Wait. Cute? No, he wasn't cute-

Ugh, whatever, snap out of it-

He (sadly) and uneasily got up and headed to the kitchen, where Miles was currently, madly playing his electric guitar.

The events that followed made me wish he hadn't left just then.