Pressure [hs au]

2 - Infelicitous

Word Count: 2908

For some reason, their printer got jammed while printing Valerie's schedule. Of freaking course. I can tell by the way he is breathing that the guy behind me is clearly pissed off. Opps. 

The weirdest part was that I could literally feel  his hot breath on the top of my head. Not like he was purposely breathing on me, we were just that close in line apparently. The registration receptionist woman pulled out a floppy disc, (who even uses those anymore) and says she'll be back momentarily.

 But back to the guy breathing on my head. I know this is weird, but because he is breathing literally on the top of my head, he has to be at least 6 foot something. I'm only 5'8, which is tall, especially for a girl in Green Bay. Not even a lot of the guys in my town were past 5'10, most of them around 5'8 too. Jason was a miracle almost, being nearly the only guy in the whole freaking state over 6 feet tall. Which for me was pretty nice. 

Oh shit, Jason. Although I am kind of okay with us breaking up, and he dumping me makes this way easier so that Valerie wouldn't kick my ass, I am still really nervous. I'm not being cocky when I say this, but I've never been dumped before. I've literally only been with Jason since 7th grade. Which is a long ass relationship. 5 years with this golden blonde, freaking Gucci model, art major, of a guy and I wasn't happy. God Valerie would kill me if she knew what I was thinking about. 

How did I forget to text her back already!  God I am so scatterbrained sometimes. I text her quickly, saying that the printer got jammed printing her schedule and of course she started laughing and sending me thousands of emojis because she knew how much that pissed me off.

This guy who is breathing on my head is really starting to make me uncomfortable. Like just the top of my head is getting hot while the rest is room temperature.  Without thinking, I spin around quickly, catching the guy off guard. And boy was I wrong, he was more like 6'3 at least. God I feel less intimidating by the second. Why did I wear flat shoes today?!

"I'm sorry, I know this is frustrating because of the printer, but you are seriously breathing on my head so much and it's really pissing me off." I say in one breath. 

I literally have to tilt my head a little bit to meet his eyes. His eyebrows raise at me and one corner of his mouth twitches up for half a second. Was he going to smile or anything? God is he going to say anything? 

He continues to stare down at me and of course I feel like dying now. Why did I even turn around? Out of the corner of my eye, I see the receptionist woman coming down with a maintenance guy who has a new printer. 

I spin around quickly, feeling the guy's gaze  burning into my neck.  Honestly just fuck my life. 

"Here you go." She smiles at me, passing me all of Val's papers and I take them, thankful to be able to finally leave. 

"Thanks!" I smile back, spinning around. I try to sidestep around the guy who was breathing on me, but he leans to his right at the last second, bumping his shoulder into mine. 

"Sorry." I apologize, even though he bumped into me. He ignores what I said and moves forward to talk to the woman. I roll my eyes for the hundredth time today as I fold up all the papers I got, carefully putting them into my purse. I lowkey try to overhear what he's saying to to receptionist, just to try to hear his voice, because both times I've talked to him, he leaves me hanging and feeling like I literally want to hang myself. 

After two more seconds of my horrendous sleuthing, I still can't understand anything and have to duck out pretty quickly before it looks weird that I'm still here.