Teach me (re-written)

~CHAPTER TWO~

CHAPTER TWO

I stared at the crumbled up piece of paper that was laying on my coffee table in my living room, the elven figured number that after six days had gotten slightly smudged and dirty. It was Friday, the best day of the week in my opinion, which meant that it had been six days since my encounter with the mysterious man.

I wanted to text him, I suppose the fear of rejection was always subconsciously in my mind.  But the truth was that between going to classes and studying from eight am to eight pm I hadn't had much other than school on my mind. That was my life, school, eat, sleep and repeat.

Weekends were the only time during the week that I finally had time to relax, well I suppose I had a three day weekend. One class in the morning for a bit over an hour and I had scheduled my week enough so that I didn't have to do any extra studying on Friday.

I was just praying that I wasn't dragged out by my friends as I really didn't feel like it.

Yup, that was college.

I don't know how long I just laid comfortably on my back on my couch and just stared at the wrinkly piece of paper. Just text him, Sam! what do you have to lose?

Finally, I put my thought into action, got up and reached for the paper.

Slowly but surely I typed the number into my phone; making sure that I got every number right so that I didn't have to face the embarrassment of texting the wrong person.

I rewrote the message over and over again, reading it time after time until I was absolutely sure that it wouldn't make me out to be something that I am not.

Hey, it's me. The girl from the bar, I'm not sure if you remember me but you gave me your number. How are you?

That sounded good, didn't it?

I gathered up the little bit of courage that I had and quickly pressed send before quickly slamming my phone, screen down, on the table. A deep sigh escaped my lips before I threw myself back on the couch and stared up at the white, textured roof.

I had never done this before, and I suspected, as in most cases, there were unwritten rules that everyone was supposed to know.

And I didn't know the unwritten rules to a guy giving his number to a girl in a bar.

I flew off the couch like a deer caught in the spotlight as my phone vibrated.

I hesitated for a moment, perhaps I should wait for a few minutes before I opened it.

Screw it, I thought to myself.

I couldn't forget your pretty face. I'm all good, work's been stressing me out lately... But work is work. How's your friend doing Sammy? ;)

Heat came crawling up my neck as soon as I laid eyes on his message, no doubt he's a flirt. And way, way out of my league.

Haha, sorry about that... She's fine I believe

I had known the guy for a week, barely a week and he had already found out about my friends' menstrual cycle. That was a good impression to give a guy, a very cute guy.

It's fine, love. I know better than to mess with a girl on her period.

I laughed quietly to myself, at least he knew that. That was a good sign. Before I even got a chance to reply, another message from him popped up.

Are you free this afternoon? I want to take you out.

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I had never been the girl that guys bothered looking at twice, and now all of a sudden this extremely handsome guy close-to demanded to take me out on a date.

I wanted to make up an excuse but I just couldn't.

I had been in college for almost four years, and I was graduating in a matter of months, and yet the typical college experience was something entirely unfamiliar to me.

Sure I drank when I had to because not drinking whilst in a club wasn't socially acceptable. I had never had a proper boyfriend, just silly crushes on people that didn't even know that I was in the room.  

Was a wasting my life?

College was supposed to be the time full of memories that you could look back upon, so where was mine?

I couldn't even tell a funny story about college even if I tired.

This was my chance, I could afford to live a little; even though I was petrified too.

You're really straightforward aren't you?

Not even ten seconds had gone by before he responded.

When I want something, yes. Meet me at 'The hideout' in half an hour.

How do you know I'm free? I typed.

A guy can always dream. Is that a yes then? I promise you won't regret it

A smile tugged at my lips at his message.

Fine, I'll be there. What's your name? I had previously realized that I didn't the most basic thing about someone, his name.

You'll find out if you come ;)

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'The hideout'was a small cafe in the middle of town that, unlike the rest of the city, was quite cozy. It had a small town feeling to it with flower pots decorating the outside and inside and was quite frankly the last place that I would expect him wanting to meet up.

"You showed up" the deep voice that woke the familiar sense in the pit of my stomach that I had felt only a week ago. I turned around and was met with the warm brown eyes that had been on my mind more than I'd like to admit. "You don't sound surprised" I spoke.

He shrugged his shoulders before a small smirk emerged on his face. "I'm not".

He was confident, the only question was if it was the type that would make me want to strangle him within seconds or the type that would have me swooning head over heals.

"Soo... showed up. Does that mean that I get to know your name now?" I could feel my heart beating like a sledgehammer in my chest and it felt like I would pass out at any second.

Live a little.

His eyes bored into mine as he smiled. Not a smirk this time; a proper genuine smile that proudly adorned his handsome face. " Alexander Lorenzo" he spoke. Alexander, it suited him.  Powerful and elegant, just like the 6ft 4 man that stood before me.

He reached out his hand while smiling before I hesitantly shook it.

"Samantha Hamilton," I said and returned a small smile.

My pale hand looked so small in his large slightly tanned one. I felt him lightly squeeze my hand which felt better than id ever admit to anyone. The heat from his body radiated from his hand that, despite being warm and nice, sent a shiver down my spine.

Here goes nothing.