I Love Him, But He Loves Her

Chapter 2

 I walked to my next class feeling fatigued, which was not a good thing, however, I expected the class to be very interesting since it was going to be a foreign language class. I quickly entered  the classroom just to find out there was nobody in the class yet. So, I decided I might as well take a nap while waiting for the others to come. I took the middle seat in the third row since I am not the type to sit in the back. Feeling exhausted, I bent my head on the desk hoping to take a nap, even if I knew it will only be for a little while. Minutes later, my nap was interrupted by voices of the students that were talking and giggling as they make their way inside the classroom. I opened my eyes and glanced across the room just to notice that the class was almost full, even the professor was already in his desk. My nap ended too soon that I bent my head on the desk again until I heard that deep voice that sounds almost like a whisper, so close to my ears, yet so familiar.

"Is this seat taking?" I heard him say

I didn't have to look up to know who was talking; it was no other than Mr. Smiley Face. His eyes were on me, as if he was waiting for an answer. Suddenly, my heart accelerate, fire was burning within me as if someone had spill some gasoline were my heart supposed to be. I looked up not to meet his eyes but to get a clear view of his muscular, lean, well-built figure. He was so tall that anyone could have him mistake for a ball player. I couldn't take my eyes off him nor the brown highlight of his short dark hair that seemed to bring out the color of his eyes each time he smiles. He was wearing beige khaki short and a red t-shirt that gave away the perfect line of his hard wall chest. My hand was getting all sweaty that I had to say something before he noticed the effects he had on me.

"If I say no, would you go seat somewhere else?" I said when I finally found my voice. He was still looking at me with a big grin on his face.

"Not really, I am sitting here regardless of what you have to say" he told me with a silly expression.

Trying to escape his devilish yet angelic grin, I bent down to get a note book from my bag, since the teacher was already writing some Spanish vocabulary words in the board. I was trembling in my sit that I would have given anything for an escape, this Spanish class was my favorite and there was no way in hell that I would leave. As a matter of fact, if there was anyone who didn't deserve to be in the class, it was him, everything was fine until he showed up.

 For some unknown reasons, I find myself wanting to say something to him. Knowing myself and the way I am usually behave with boys, I must admit that was kind of unexpected. Many of them think I am mean because I've never give them any type of attention.

"Do you have a name?" I asked not wanting to sound too interested.

"You know for a pretty girl, you sure have an attitude." He said flashing away the smile that society should consider as a murder weapon.

"Well, thank you" I turned to face him almost smiling.

"It wasn't a compliment, you know" he said before I could say something else.

"Is that so ?" I replied quickly and sarcastically.

"My name is Thierry but all my friends call me T"

I pretended not hear what he had just say. I looked at the board and the word "Desconocido" was in the board in big letters, the teacher was asking for translation in English. I raised my hand and the teacher signaled me to continue, I proudly repeat "stranger" because that was exactly what he was to me. In the corner of my eyes, I watched him move his desk closer to mine, then the temperature in the room unexpectedly change from cold to hot.

"You're not going to tell me your name"

I heard him say. I did not dare to look at him, with only one glance I could have given it all away. Why he had so many effects on me when he was nothing but a stranger, a stranger who wanted nothing but to bring back to life everything I had once buried inside. I wonder why I didn't notice his handsome features before, they do not only beg to be seen but also to be touched, that dreamy eyes of his, oh! gosh, not to mention his perfect lips that curve into a smile welcoming me home each time I look up to meet his eyes. I guess I was too focusing on the way he embarrassed me when we first met to notice his handsomest. To have him that close confused my emotion in a way that I was not able to understand. He kept looking at me with those eyes that deeply penetrated my soul and I had to remind myself to breathe.

"My name is Annabelle" I found myself whispering.

"Do you know that "belle" is French for beautiful"

"Yea. I know, so do you speak French? "

"I wouldn't say that but I know enough"

"Oh! Wait, don't tell me you one of those guys that learn a little bit of any language they can just to impress a girl" I said regretting each word as soon as they came out. In my favor, he laughed out loud which caused the teacher to turn and look at both of us before refocusing his attention back to the board. "You know, most girls would find that very impressive" he whispered, after a while.

"Well, I am not most girl."

"I can see that. And for your information my mom was born in Paris, she came to the United States with my grandparents as a teenager and she has been living here ever since" he said very nicely, which confused me even more. He couldn't be that nice, I've seen his kind and they are nothing but heartbreakers, magnets for danger. But with having him looking at me in the way that he did, have me feeling kind of guilty, since he kept on being nice and all smiley, smiley even though I was acting like a brat. " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" I was about to say when he reassured me it was okay, once again promoting that smile in which I was held captive.

For God sake! Has he not notice what that kind of smile that can do to a girl's heart. I got to know him and I realized how wrong I've been about him, he was a sweetheart much more than I gave him credit for. We had become good friends, because of him, each day I looked forward to Spanish class. I often would get in trouble because of him because he would make me laugh too hard. With him sitting next to me in class, I always had a smile that never fades. I never once imagined that stranger who I despised so much when we first met, would now have such significance in my life.