Ashling

Chapter 5

Those green eyes cannot deceive me.

It's the same shade, they have the same spark in them, they are a replica of the eyes that have mesmerized me in my dreams.
Is it possible? Is there even a slight chance that this girl here is the girl appearing in my dreams..? Oh, get over it! What the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I'm actually considering a random girl coming in my dreams.

"EXCUSE ME?! Would you please get off of me?"

My thoughts are interrupted and I abruptly move back, embarrassed by way I was leaning on her with all my power.

"S-sorry.." I stammer, "I d-didn't see you.. Are you hurt?"

She dusts herself off and mumbles, "Fine".

God, she must think I'm some sort of pervert, pinning her against the wall and feeling her. She quickly bends and I notice she had a file in her hand which got knocked down in the infamous collision. All the papers that were inside are scattered on the ground.

I hastily go and start helping her. Jesus Christ, that is a lot of paper. Good thing it's not windy.
I reach for the paper on my right as she extends her hand to get hold of it.

Our hands touch and I look up. Bad idea. My eyes are met with hers and I swear to God, I feel like I've touched live wire. That simple skimming of our hands sends electrical impulses throughout my body. I can't detach my gaze from hers. She holds me captive, and I can't get over the resemblance her eyes hold to the eyes in my dream.

She's the first one to break eye contact. I gulp and my neck feels hot, despite the fact it's chilly today. We stand up and I notice her features and attire for the first time.

She has wild, curly brown hair and small petite features which when coupled with her complexion, make her look like a porcelain doll. With just a head shorter than me, she's wearing skinny jeans and a cyan colored sweater. She has a royal blue scarf wrapped around her neck which actually makes her whole attire very stylish. She has this strong feminine personality that could attract literally anyone. She certainly has my focus.

"Can I help you with anything?" She bluntly asks. I must've been looking at her for too long. My whole body feels hot with embarrassment and all I wanna do is drown somewhere.

"I'm sorry, I uh, I was just.." I trail off, running out of words. She looks down and clears her throat, adjusting her scarf to cover her breasts a bit more. Great, now she really does think I'm a pervert. Good job, Tyler. Good fucking job, you moron.

She turns around and just as she's about to leave, I extend my hand and say, "I'm Tyler."
Shit. Why would you do that, you idiot!

She just looks at my hand and then back to my face.

Oh God, kill me please. I'm done embarrassing myself for the day.

Her lips form a tight line and she nods while saying, "Cool. Good to know."

I retrieve my hand awkwardly and dig them deep inside my pockets, lowering my head a bit. That's when my nose catches traces of my smell. MOTHER CHUCKER! I reek like a fucking stink! Oh God. Oh, no. I was up against her, sweaty and smelly. Can I just kill myself?

"Listen," I begin, "I'm really sorry about bumping into you. I didn't see you and before I could stop-"

"It's alright. It was partly my fault as well, I was walking too fast and my head was ducked."

Her voice.. It's making me weak in the knees. I give her a small smile and gratefully nod.

She takes a step back and says, "This is awkward. I'm gonna go now, I'm getting late."

And without another word or before I have the chance to ask her name, she crosses the road and makes her way towards her destination. I just stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of all this.

I can still see her, walking swiftly. Suddenly, I wanna know her. I wanna know what those papers were about. I wanna know where she's headed to. Hell, I wanna know her name.

I make a split second decision to follow her.