Everything She Needed

02 | desperate

02 | desperate

     I breathed in, trying to snap myself back to reality. "Declan, right?" I managed to say, completely ignoring what he just said. He nodded in a heartbeat and I took a small step back at his quick response. "Um, okay," I muttered to myself. "What brings you here?"

     He blinked. It was like he was regretting that he had came here at four thirty in the afternoon, knocking loudly on my door, and asking what Mount Everest was doing on my forehead the moment I open the door. "I was wondering if you could help me?" He sinked his neck down his shoulders, his eyes full of hope and curiosity.

     I raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing what exactly he wanted help with. The first thing that pops into my head was that he wanted some help with school work. But then again Declan always had good grades, and if anything, it should be me who should be on his doorstep, asking for help.

      That was practically the only thing that popped into my head once he said that. "Help with what?" I asked, wanting him to elaborate what kind of help he wanted.

      "You know..." he drawled, rolling his hands together, swirling into a circle. Whatever he was doing definitely did not work. I slanted my head to the right, giving him an obvious look that I had no clue on what he was trying to say. "One of your things," he added blankly.

      How specific of you, Declan, the words almost escaped my mouth like spitting out a piece of unwanted gum. I bit my tongue, and in my head, I was trying my best to understand what he was trying to imply.

      The two of us stand there with absolutely not a single movement. He was eagerly waiting for my reply. "My things?" Was all I managed to come up with.

      "Yeah," he nodded, confirming what I just said, like those two words were what he wanted to hear from me. "Your things."

      In my head, I had already face palmed myself at every word that escaped his mouth. "I have a lot of 'things', Declan," I finger quoted, not wanting to make things a lot more awkward than they already are. "I need you to be more specific."

      I could hear him sigh as he ran a hand over his face. "Okay," he murmured deeply and barely enough for me to hear. "I need your help with something."

      "That's not any more specific, Declan," I almost groaned. "Listen, if you're just going to stand there and goof around, then I suggest you do it when I don't have loads of homework to d — "

      "I need you to help me get a girl."

      The door was almost an inch away from getting closed, but I instantly opened it  the minute I heard his reason on why he was on my doorstep, scared and seemed like it was only minutes before he was going to faint.

    I look at him, extremely confused and baffled. There was no way that Declan Porter wanted my help in getting a girl. A simple wink can already send one falling at his feet.

      Even I found Declan attractive, even though we never formally talked or had an actual conversation. But his blonde hair matched perfectly with his piercing blue eyes you could easily get lost in just by looking at them. I assumed he has already broken the hearts of many girls, and it bewildered me to know that he was on my doorstep, asking me how to simply get one. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. And even though he isn't exactly my type, it possibly didn't mean he was one to others.