This Love Is Impossible

Here Goes Nothing

Alexa's P.O.V

I watch horrified as the guy picks up the bottle and throws it in the trash can near by. He glares at me in annoyance but then frowns at me. My mouth falls agape.

What. The. Hell.

It was him!?

The racer slash model built dude. I could not believe my eyes as they traced his face...his frame..his- enough!

He still had those mesmerising grey eyes. He still had those soft cropped jet black hair. He still had a strong and the perfect defined triangle face. His face was clean shaved unlike that day when he was wearing a light five o'clock shadow.

But he looked different. He wasn't wearing his baseball cap and his hair was not messy in fact it looked as if he had actually combed them.

And what shocked me the most was that he was wearing freaking glasses!?

He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt paired with light faded jeans. A black hoodie had been thrown on as if he couldn't care less of what he looked like. It just didn't look like him from what I gathered yesterday.

Wait! I shouldn't care, right?

I was just going to turn around walk to my next class and wait for the teacher to come and peacefully pass my day. I nod my head in my mind and turn around to walk away. But a gentle yet firm grip stops me in my place. I twist around in my place and suppress a gasp ready to emit from my mouth when I notice that how close he was and how good he smelled.

"Not so soon" he looks down at me with impassive eyes as he drags me in the direction of the old building. I protest in return as I try to release my wrist from his hard grasp.

"What the hell dude!? Leave me alone or I swear to god you will regret it!" I yell at him in rage but he doesn't budge. Like at all. Like he could care less about my threat as if it was meaningless.

He pulls me ahead in front of him. He was glaring at me through his angry eyes and burnings holes in me. His jaw was clenched and his hands were fisted. I frowned up at him.

"What are you doing here?" He grits out as if he was repulsed by my presence. My mouth falls agape at his hostility.

"I study here" I reply in a duh tone and cross my arms over my chest as I match his glare. Who the hell did he think he was.

He frowns at me in annoyance and sort of disbelief. He takes a step forward which causes me to take a step back. It was as if on instinct. His glare softens a bit as I watch amusement dancing in his very grey eyes. Oh Gods! He is so bipolar! He takes another step forward and I take another step back but for me it wasn't all that good because my back meets the wall behind.

I felt caged. He closes the little distance between us and stares directly into my eyes. Gosh! His eyes were so damn pretty

I bit my lip as his eyes roam over my face then my frame. I gritt my teeth in annoyance.

"Eyes up here Mister" I clench my teeth and glare at him as I tighten my arms around my chest. A small smirk plays on his lips at my response.

"I want a favor from you" His rich and velvety voice washes over me as his minty and warm breath fans my face.

"No. Nope. Never. Not happening" my response was immediate as if it was on auto play. This causes him to grin at me with his brows raised.

"I don't think I asked you. I want a favor from you. No choice"

This time it was my time to raise my brows. What the hell! What an arrogant A**hole!

"And what part of no do you not understand?" I question him as I try to push myself as closer to the walls and as far away from him.