Mine

Chapter 2.

So there I was, blushing like a teenager in love.

Quick side note: Finn was my first crush ever, I met him when we were like 7 years old, and we studied together for like 6 years until he had to leave because he got a chance to play soccer for a team in Manchester. I tried talking to him, and we actually did at some point, but he never saw me as anything more than just a classmate. I remember I wasn't that fond of him, I was actually into someone else, but nothing was that serious, I mean, I was freaking 7. But then, as we were growing up, I have no idea what he had, but I developed a serious crush on him, and that went on for years. I did tell him tho, first, a 'friend' of mine thought I was challenging him to tell Finn that I was into him, and he actually sent the words "man, she's head over heels for you" on WhatsApp, which wasn't completely false, but damn, you don't just go around telling that shit. Anyway, he never liked me back, but at least he didn't make fun of me, until, later, when we actually got kind of close because of our circle of friends, and he would try to be funny and remind me that I used to have a crush on him. Then we went separated ways, and... now he's on my doorstep.

"Yo, what the hell?" I say. Well, that's all I could say.

"I don't know dude, I came to check who was moving their stuff 'cause the noise was giving me headaches. And here you are!" He states, his hands on his pockets, looking handsome and shit.

My heart is going to fly the fuck away from my chest. What does he have that makes me so damn crazy? I mean, he's even hotter now, but it's not that! I know it's nothing I can actually describe.

"Sorry dude, I just moved in..." I say all chill, as if I'm not dying inside 'cause he just called me "dude".

"Yeah, I can tell. Same here, by the way." He points at his apartment, which is right in front of mine.

"Really?" I go a bit too excited. "Wait but, weren't you playing soccer in the UK?" I ask, trying to cover up my previous excitement.

"I was, yeah, but I got a scholarship for athlets at Archbald's, and that pays better than what I had in Manchester." He explains. "Hey, why don't I help you with your stuff and maybe we can talk, so you can tell me what you've been up to as well." He says, and I'm in shock.

He's not like this, he would never offer to do anything for me, not for me. If he moved his chair to sit by my side, it was because, on his mind, I was good at math, physics, chemistry, and other stuff I was actually good at. He would be nice then, and he would talk to me. I remember we once talked about a soccer game on WhatsApp, and it was only because he had messaged me about paying me to make a paperwork we were assigned. If we ever talked about anything, it was either soccer or school. Yeah, it was all chill, but he wouldn't have offered to come into my place, help me with my shit, talk about his stuff and listen to mine.
This boy is going to have me crushed all over again. Shit.

"Uhm, well, yeah, I guess I could use some help." I say, surprisingly calm.

When he entered my place, I offered him a drink and told him what he could help me with. I told him to fix a the desk I bought and had no idea how to construct.

"So, what have you been up to?" He starts, while being apparently really focused on the instructions of the desk.

"Well, not much, I just moved 'cause I'm starting college. At Archbald's too."

"Really? Wow, studying together again, huh?" He looks up at me. "Have you missed me?"

"Every single day of the past years, baby." I laugh it off.

One thing I'm really good at, is coming up with replies that make me look confident and not nervious at all. Which I totally am. My hands start shaking and my body gets cold. And my defense mechanism can only do one thing about that: come up with sarcastic or clever responses.