Our Story ~ The Way We Wrote It

~2~ Distraction

A/N: Thanks for everybody who read and voted for the first chapter. :)
I have to say, I'm having fun writing this - kinda gives me break from my other stories (which require more work than this one haha).
It's all fun and innocence in the first part of this book so bear with me. (I actually can't wait to get to the messy part so hopefully I can get most of the lighter bit out of the way soon :P)
Leave me your thoughts please - I always love reading them. :)

---

"You've been such a distraction; I almost failed a Calculus exam." ~ Harriet

I walked towards the forgotten basketball, my legs feeling a lot like jelly. What was it with men and this sport? They just couldn't get enough of it. Even my dad and my sister loved it. But the day they'd all learn to put the balls back where they took them would probably be the day it starts snowing near the equator.

We were at the rented sport's center near the university, which was basically just multiple adjoining courts under a huge dome, for the org's first event that week - a sport's competition between Mechanical Engineering organizations from different participating schools around the country. We were told the turnout this year was better than the last one with the eight other universities traveling to the metro to join. Though it meant we were worked to the bone even though we only hosted.

I dropped to the floor, still on my feet, sighing. I had a Calculus exam the following day and I wasn't feeling so confident I could even crack open a book when I get home, let alone study polar coordinates. The thought of going straight to bed seemed so tempting.

As I moved to grab hold of the ball, a hand stuck out from in front of me, snatching it first.

"Hi." I looked up to the source of the tenor voice in reflex. "You're Harriet, right? One of the new applicants?"

Oh dear lord. No. Not Marco. I pushed myself up from the floor slowly, dusting the jeans I was wearing just so I didn't have to look the guy in the eyes. I would recognize those neatly arranged dark curls and piercing brown eyes anywhere.

"You know they keep telling me you have a crush on me." I could practically see the smile on his face when he said it.

Dammit dammit dammit. I gulped and kept my head down. My cheeks felt warm. Well who wouldn't be embarrassed to be asked that kind of question? Were all the guys in the org this confident? It's going to be a huge problem for me if it was. It's a good thing I never did blush easily, or at least it doesn't show on my face for some reason.

I scoured my brain for a decent answer and came up blank. What do I say!

Last week during my interview for the org, which had rattled me with nerves, some of the members had asked who I had a crush on amongst them. It was stupid, but I really had no choice but to give an answer. I never did get it why people were always so curious about things like crushes, but I guess being young made it all a big deal for us. Supposedly.

But honestly, why would they even tell the guy himself if not to mess with me? I was seriously doubting joining them was a good idea. Though from the start I never really thought it was. This is all Rosalie's fault.

"I uh..." I turned slightly to the side, my hands automatically reaching for the end of my over-sized org shirt. It was times like these that being short becomes an advantage. Even if I looked straight at him, I would be completely missing his gaze.

He chuckled, breaking the awkwardness, and I looked up to him in reflex. Standing next to him made me look like a child for sure. I only came up to his shoulders.