A Love Story Untold {ON HOLD}

2. Dear Martha, Count me in

I remember the first day we met each other. Because it was the first day I had an interaction with a male that was not my family. And this interaction wasn't even of words, we literally touched each other. Now you may be thinking of something very gross right now so just hold that thought right there.

I was sitting in this little café, a coffee shop per say. Not Starbucks, mind you, that shop is over rated. The coffee is good, I agree, but it doesn't mean other coffee shops are not better than it. So as I was saying, I was sitting by the window, minding my own business, drinking a hot cup of mocha with chocolate cake when someone slammed down in the seat in front of me.

Due to natural reaction, I jumped, which caused my cup of coffee to fall on one of my favorite clothes -a loose white tee with black skinny jeans and sneakers. I stared for a moment at my now brown t-shirt. What a waste of money and clothes, because certainly, the coffee color won't wash away from it. Silently, I turned my head up and glowered at the person in front of me and thought of ways to make them pay. I don't know what I was expecting to see then... a cat? May be a smurf. But certainly not Samuel Kingston.

His blue eyes were wide in horror and his mouth agape, opening and closing like a fish. For a moment I was confused. What was this fine piece of male specimen doing in an unknown coffee shop with a girl like me? This was only one of the few things that needed deep investigation and hypothesis before results could be brought up.

Till I was thinking about reasons, Mr. Kingston had started to speak. "I am so sorry!"

I stared. He stared at me. We both stared at each other.

"I can buy you another coffee," he said looking away.

I watched him silently, noting the way he swallowed and kept fidgeting. "Why are you here?" I snapped, my mouth going in a scowl.

His eyes widened considerably, the blue of his eyes more clear. "I just wanted to make friends!" he stuttered out.

I looked around the café, trying to find a camera or his friends, because I was sure I was getting punked. You see, I had little to no friends at school. There were some girls who talked to me in class, they were seat partners but I wouldn't classify any one as 'friend'. I wasn't bullied, people just left me alone. So I was a bit overwhelmed as to why the most popular guy in school wanted to be friends.

I narrowed my eyes as a though hit me. "You are here because of a dare aren't you?" I asked. As he started to speak I cut him off. "Well too bad. I don't want to be friends. Go away."

I picked up my school bag; mom said she would come home till four and she had the keys so I was wasting time in the café, and picked up my cake in a tissue paper so I could eat it on the way.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Samuel stood up and started to walk with me to the exit.

"You mean, where are you going." I stated smartly.

He frowned, looking like a confused puppy. "That's what I asked, where are you going?"

I stopped and gave him a glare. "Don't follow me."

He gave me a wounded look. "I just want to talk."

I sighed. The best thing to do was keep up with him until he got bored and went away. "Go on then," I told him flatly and listened to his jabbering on my way.

"Martha?"

"Hmm?"

"So what are your thoughts on politics?"

"Hmm."

"Are you even listening to me?"

I whacked a hand up my ear to swat a bee away. "Hmm."

Suddenly I was stopped by muscular tanned arms. "Look at me!"

I looked up in to the blue eyes of the new person I had started to hate. "What?"

"You have been ignoring me the whole way!" he said angered.

"So?"

Immediately he fumed. "Look here. I didn't waste three months' night planning on how to approach you and talk to you just so you could ignore me and send me away when I finally had the guts to come close to you!"

As he was speaking, he came dangerously close to my face, which meant he had broken my contact bubble five inches before. So it really shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when I pulled away, curled my fingers and let a fist fly towards his perfectly sculpted nose.

"Shit!"

And that is how my dears, I made the popular, most handsome guy cry.

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And the first hit made love blossom ;)

xDMaham