The next day at university Dan smiles brightly at me as I walked up to hug him. He's such a great person to hug. I feel safe and embraced in his soft touch.
As we disconnect I hear a clickering of heels right behind my back. I quickly turn around just to see the bitch of the freshers look at me with a disgusted face. What the hell is wrong with her?
Right when I wanted to threw some kind of insult into her annoying makeup doll face her face turns into the fakest smile I've ever seen.
I'm so confused that I forget to offend her and I get even more confused when Dan walks up to her to embrace her as well.
Outch. Sometimes I just ignore the fact that Dan is a cool guy and is used to hang out with people like her.
They are smiling and laughing about something only they know. Their intimacy really bothers me, especially because she is obviously so flirty to him. I mean if I was that kind if girl I would definitely do the same. Dan is just an eye candy. About 6 ft 5 inches and a real athletic built. Muscular Upper arms and a sixpack that can can be seen trough his all black shirt. But it is not a muscular shape that you get from the gym. He has the muscles of a guy who is really into his sports. Jenna once told me that he is a free climber and a surfer and to judge from his look he probably is.
But it's not just his body -I normally don't care for body sizes- it is also his face. Chocolate brown eyes that you easily get lost in, a strong straight nose that gives him a very manly look and in addition to his dark eyebrows makes him sometimes look like a very serious boy. But that just adds to the cuteness of his smile. When he smiles he shows the most adorable dimples ever and his sensual pink lips part to show beautiful white teeth.
In general he looks so much younger when he smiles and so handsome. His smile really makes me weak in the knees.
But sadly he is not the type of man who smiles to often. So the rare moments when he does are like Christmas and my birthday all at once. But the sight of him smiling because of another girl, turns the butterflies into knives that hurt my inside.
But what have I expected? Just because he helped me when I had an anxiety attack doesn't mean I had some kind of privilege on him. Uuuuh there we go. Friendzoned by the only boy that could possibly teach me how to love and trust again.
