The Thief of Hearts

Chapter 8

Keith's pov

I was leaned up on a wall  next to the Media and Investigative Journalism (MIJ) building, out of sight as I watched her. She wasn't in the usual casual dressing like the rest of us so I suspected she was on some kind of professional business.

Her light brown hair was done up in a neat ponytail, she was moderately dressed in a stripped grey and white top, tucked into a burgundy skirt that hugged her slim curvy form. Her flats matched her skirt and she looked comfortable as she seemed to be giving the small group of peers a lecture.

Before you jump to conclusions, I was not stalking her, I swear. I was just watching from a far and also trying to figure out how exactly I should apologize for my behavior. I was imagining different scenarios about how what I was about to do would turn out.

Scenario number one: I would walk up to her and say sorry and she'll hug me tight and say she forgives me and we'll live happily ever after.

Scenario number two: I'll tell her sorry and how much she makes my heart race and she'll slap me in the face and tell me how much of an asshole I really am.

I shook my head and fisted my sweaty hands and took a shaky deep breath. Let's get this over with, the sooner I apologize the sooner I get to make her mine. Mine. I pushed off the wall that I was lounging on and walked slowly towards my little princess who I have yet to know her name.

I kept repeating the one sentence to myself, and soon enough, I believed it. I am not nervous, I am not nervous, I am not nervous, I am not nervous....

She looked my way as I approached her and my slowing heartbeat picked up speed all over again. I watched her thin eyebrows come together in a frown and her gaze changed from a smile to slight glare. I thought with excitement that she actually recognized me.

I stopped in front of her and she crossed her arms across her chest. I ordered myself to keep my hands at my side and my eyes on her face. The small group beside us were eerily silent and seemed to encourage my nerves to breakdown.

She spoke before I did probably because I felt like my brain forgot how to work properly.

"What do you want?" She asked with a level of authority. I was trapped again.

"Good morning sexy." I replied before I knew what I was saying. You stupid stupid fool! What are you doing?!

Her face started to grow a light pink and I felt good seeing the blush. She bit her lips, maybe to prevent a smile. I was about to make another stupid comment, but she started to push me. She literally put her hands on my chest and pushed. It felt exhilarating and even though I knew she couldn't move me all by herself, I figured I should give her a little help.

She was pushing me back to the side of the building when I decided to say sorry before my jackass self took over again.

"I... I'm sorry." I blurted out.

She stopped pushing when we were beside MIJ and she looked behind her as if looking if anyone saw us. She then looked up at me and blinked as if a bit confused.

"What?" She asked in a small voice.

At least she wasn't mad at me... At least, I guess she wasn't. "Um.. I'm sorry." I repeated.

She was silent for a while, so I continued. "I'm sorry for steeling your purse, it was a foolish, immature game and I never should have done it. I'm also sorry for not returning it when I should have. Even though I had every intention to do it. I'm sorry for causing you any anger or frustration in the passed week. Will you please forgive me?"

She went silent, and I felt like I was going to panicking because she never seemed to go silent in the short time that I knew her. She released her crossed arms and I felt like I could breath properly again. It felt like hours that she stood there for, staring forward so that her eyes were on my chest.

"Say something." I begged.

"Something." She replied with the familiar attitude. A sudden grin appeared on my face as I watched her glare returning.

"I hope I never see you again, do you understand!" She screamed at me, and I strangely felt like hugging her again.

"That's great baby girl. Now that I know your major, I know where to find you." I replied, grinning like an idiot.

She stamped her feet like she did the last time, something I thought was extremely adorable. "I don't need this right now. I can't stand you, leave me alone!"

She began to walk away and I grabbed her hands, not wanting her to leave me. "I'm sorry princess, forgive me." I plead.

"Do not EVER call me princess!" She said through gritted teeth. I swear, if you dumped some water on her you would see the steam rising.

"But you won't tell me your name." I whined. I knew I should stop annoying her, but I no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't stop. She was so addictive.

I heard footsteps coming around the building towards us and we both turned to stare in the said direction. A guy stepped around the corner and began to stare at me curiously. He was dressed in the same burgundy and grey like my princess so I supposed he was in the small group from earlier.

He then looked at my girl and smiled, subtly checking her out. I had to try my hardest not to punch him unconscious. I comforted myself with the knowledge that he was ignorant to the fact that my girl was taken.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked my baby, to which she nodded and gave a little smile.

"I'm good Ayden. Go check if everyone is present, I'll be back in a sec." She replied.

I was so pissed. "Only a second? We need more time." I said. "Who's this Ayden guy to you anyway?"

She turned to glare at me again. I could tell she was trying her best to control her anger and that I was only making it worst. It made me feel awful so I decided to give her some space, for a while.

"Umm.. I'mma go now. You need to calm down baby." I said.

I heard a low growl coming from her and I gave her a quick hug before I ran off. A hug that was sudden and fast enough to catch her off guard but still allowed me to take in her sweetness.

I found myself thinking of roses and baby powder for the whole day. Even when I was shouting at my psychology department for their incompetence in getting everything ready for the science fair. The stupid science fair we had to participate in since psychology was considered a science.