finding the boy {christian akridge}

chapter two :: flirting

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i almost puke on the floor. that was christian akridge? i honestly thought he was going to be this big hot headed (unfortunately good looking) guy who is popular on social media. i mean he is good looking.

"um, why are you staring at me?" he asks, confused.

oh crap.

i quickly clear my throat and snap out of my inevitable train of thought.

"um no, i was just thinking about something," i smartly cover myself up.

"oh well, okay?" he says grinning. the boy with the curly dark hair whispers something in christian's ear.

"oh yeah, we have to go. but it was honestly great to meat you," he turns to me.

as soon as they start walking out the door, i catch up with them.

"hey! are you guys from around here?" i ask.

"no, but we will be here for awhile," he smirks.

i grin and go back to my best friend blair who is freaking out by the imacs.

"you freaking talked to that viner guy all the girls were freaking screaming about!!!!" blair yells, loud enough for the clerks to look at us.

"you need to see him again," she starts. "you need to learn how to...flirt!"

i gasp.

"never will i ever stoop down to the social patriarchy and do the highly cliché action of changing myself for a male," i state. blair rolled her eyes.

"well, you're stooping down to the cliché of becoming a teenage activist," she replies. i scoff and pretend to put my finger in my mouth in a sign of disgust.

"frick you, too," she responds.

"but serious talk, i won't flirt. plus i don't even know...how," i tell her, quietly.

"well i'll teach you! it'll be like learning how to ride a bike! but instead of the consequence being a scar, the consequence will be embarrassing yourself in front of a social media star and never being able to look at yourself ever the same again."

i stare at her in fear.

"c'mon let's go!" she says grabbing my arm.

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we get back to my house and we were currently planning how to meet christian again.

"so apparently he's not at panera bread and caroline is now in deep legal trouble," blair affirms, scrolling through her twitter feed.

"he's also not at the small coffee shop down town," i add.

this was hopeless. that was probably my one and only chance of meeting an actually cute guy and i blew it. maybe i should've asked for his number. but that would be coming on too strong.

"what's his instagram," i finally ask.

"um, it's @christi2n," blair answers.

i scroll down his feed, he's REALLY hot now. at first he was okay cute but his feed says otherwise.

"hey! in his last post he said 'pizza with mike.' that must be at papa johns! the only good pizza place around here is papa johns!" blair exclaims loudly.

she gets up and takes a fast look at me on the floor.

"well if we're looking for the love of your life, you can't be on the floor while doing it," she claims.

"i highly doubt that i'm going to meet him there. and why am i even chasing a guy i only met for a second?" i question.

blair leans down on her knees as he blonde bob hair slowly falls from her shoulders from kneeling over me.

"honey. it's not chasing if nobody's running."

with that she grabs her purse and walks out my door.

"well are you coming or not?"

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we show up at papa john's not knowing what to do next. we looked like deers in headlights.

"let's just go home, we look like idiots," i tell her.

before blair could argue, i see christian and 'mike', i believe, throwing chips im each other's mouth.

"now is your chance, stella!" blair cheers me on.

i take a deep breath and walk to his booth. i slide in and get a surprising face from christian and a disgusted look from mike.

"hi girl-from-apple-store," he chuckles.

"oh my name is stella, by the way," i say barely loud enough for him to hear.

i then clear my voice loudly so it can give me more "confidence". lord, if that worked.

"so how are you? i haven't talked to you in what, 4 hours?" christian giggles again.

he was apparently very funny (i scrolled through his vine feed and he his tear jerkingly funny).

"i've been fine. although i did notice the billions of girls waiting for you at panera bread!" i mention.

"oh. so you know about...me," he replies slowly.

"technically i just found out about you today," i was telling the truth, at least. i just won't tell him about the part where i stalked him for countless hours until i found out where he was.

"oh."

"why are you bummed that i know?"

"well it's not that it's just...i haven't met a cool girl that like me for me instead of 'christian leave'. in fact, i used christian leave so no one at school would find me!" he explains.

"well if it helps, i don't care if you make 6 second videos about pointless things and then post them on the internet," i respond.

"offended but i'm glad. and i don't only make 6 second videos online! i also make 25-30 second covers on twitter and youtube videos."

i laugh as he tried to correct me. but that just made mike who was sitting in front of us more annoyed. too put his face in to an image, it looked like matthew healy's face 99.9% of the time.

"well while you guys are hitting it off, i'm going to get more soda," mike declares, leaving the small booth.

i see blair who is currently 'awe'-ing in our site. i smile and put a thumbs up.

"don't worry about mike he get's jealous when i hang out with anyone else," he whispers loud enough for me to hear when mike comes back to the booth.

christian and i just started to make jokes about his career the whole time while blair just watched us interact. christian was the coolest guy that i've ever met in a long time and this is coming from the girl who believed white men were oppressing the world.

i really liked christian.

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oKAY HI!!!1!!1!! i really like my characters a lot :-) at first i wanted blair to be a brunette but i realized that's basically plagiarizing 'blair waldorf' from gossip girl. but i really think stella and christian would make a great couple {well i'm biased because i'm the author} but like, comment and vote please!!!1!!1!! thx for reading :-)