Fallen Angel

Chapter 4

"Hi..." I say awkwardly, "It was but it looks like you're sitting here now,"

"Sorry," he laughs, "I tend to do that, just, steal other people's seats,"

I sit there, almost speechless. After a week and a half of stalking me, he finally decides to come and pay me some attention, after following me around for days, he just comes and talks to me now. I don't know what is about to come out of my mouth, half expecting it to be a long lecture about stalkers, or another stupid childish question like I asked Adele. I push the lecture and the question back inside me. Remember, good impressions, "So..." I say, "You are?"

"Oh, of course," He says, and holds out his hand, "Hunter, I don't think we've met before,"

"Hi," I say. I can't help myself from smiling, "You're very formal Hunter Andrews," I shake his hand,

"I never told you my surname," He says, acting confused. Yeah, like I wouldn't bother to find out the name of my stalker,

"Ok I admit it, I know who you are," I say, "My friend Emily is a bit obsessed with you,"
He nods his head, "Great, year 11s are obsessed with me, nice to know,"

I laugh. I'm pretty sure he's putting this all on. He knows who I am, and Adele was so shocked when I told her he was following me, she must know something about him.

"So..." I tap my fingers on the table. This is possibly the most awkward moment of my life.

He leans forward, "Can I buy you something to drink?" He asks me,

"Um..." I'm not quite sure what to say. He keeps staring at me, doing this sexy half smile thing I just can't resist. Ok, maybe he has been stalking me, but maybe that's just because he was too shy to talk to me. I wish it was more difficult to convince myself of things, but it's always been a skill of mine. "Sure," I say, and smile back, "I'm Angel, by the way,"

"Nice to meet you Angel," he says, "Cappucino, right?"

"Wait..." Suspicion comes gushing back in, "How do you know that?"

"Oh..." He looks awkward. Ha! I've caught him! "Don't think I'm really creepy," He says, "But I saw you ordering it earlier,"
"Ah," I nod, slightly disappointed that I was wrong, but satisfied with his excuse. He stands up and begins to walk to the counter, "Extra cream!" I shout after him. He turns around and throws me another half-smile. I will never be able to get over that face.

And after a few minutes I am hooked on him. He bought me coffee, he bought me a double chocolate muffin, we split the double chocolate muffin, we talked for hours, he gave me his number, and now we're walking back to my house in the dark at 8, four hours after school ended. I have spent no where near enough time with him, he is the perfect company. He's funny, charming and really sweet. But we're just friends at the moment. I have to keep telling myself, we're just friends. I look up at the sky, hoping to see the stars like I used to be able to see them in my little village. But no, the permanent British clouds mixed with light pollution have made sure it is completely impossible to see any stars. I have to push back tears. I don't know why the fact that not being able to see stars has made me feel so homesick all of a sudden, but somehow it has. Hunter, as if he was able to sense my sadness, puts his arm around me. I smile back up at him, "Thank you," I say,

"For what?" He says,

"Well, up until now I've just kind of felt like moving here was the end of my life, but in the few hours that I've known you, you've somehow made it slightly less unbearable,"

He laughs, but he doesn't look at me, "I'm glad," He says, "You seem like a really great girl as well, Angel," He looks down at me. It's the perfect moment. His lips are slightly parted. Should I lean in? Does he want me to kiss him? Is it too soon? I mean, I only just met him today, and... Oh shit. I jut remembered. I push him off me. "Angel..." he says,