Closer Apart

Laila - 3

My legs carried me swiftly through the halls, my iced coffee still in my hand, the ice slowly numbing my fingertips.

I stared at the ground, watching the patterned carpet pass my feet in a blurry mess, then my mind was pulled from my thoughts. My coffee was forced from my hands and all over the person who had bumped into me.

"Oh my goodness," I gasped, "I'm so sorry!"

The boy rolled his eyes and then shook his hands in disgust. Then glared at me. I couldn't help but notice his sharp green eyes almost reading my thoughts.

"You honestly should be sorry," he scoffed, "this shirt was limited edition from the concert."

I opened my mouth to say something in response but he interrupted me before I could.

"Next time you should watch where you're walking so you don't ruin someone else's limited edition t-shirt."

"It's black," I retorted, "it's not going to stain anyway."

"Trust me babe it will," he laughed.

"Babe?"

"You heard me."

I rolled my eyes.

"So, coffee-girl, do you have a name?"

"Yes, I'm Laila."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked.

"So now you're being nice," I laughed, "it's a little late to revise your first impression."

He smirked as if he knew something I didn't and looked into my eyes again. I have to admit, maybe he is a little bit attractive. Only a little bit. His black hair is in a quiff but it isn't over-gelled like most boys' hair. His eyes were a deep forest green.

"Alright, I've got an idea," his lips still pulled into a smirk, "how about you give me your number and I'll make it up to you."

I laughed and then pulled out my phone and gave it to him, he added himself as a contact and then he texted himself and returned my phone to my hands.  He then added me as a contact.

"Smile"

I looked up from my phone and then he took a photo, before I could smile.

"I'll catch you later," he said softly.

He winked and he was on his way. And then I realized I never asked his name.

I scrolled through my contacts looking for the new one before realizing he had texted himself and I then went into my messages and looked at the latest message's contact.

Vincent

I smiled for a reason that was unapparent to me and then closed my phone, grabbed some napkins from my bag and wiped off the outside of the mug before screwing the cap on and placing it into my purse then I headed upstairs to class.