Loving Lylah

Chapter 8

Lylah

I was in the diner, reading an amazing book called Take Five. My friends had classes but it was a free period for me. For a Tuesday morning, the diner was unusually quiet. There were only a few other students apart from me and a couple of older people from town.

It was a few days after my mom called me about the meeting. She texted me when and where I was supposed to meet him, which was today, at around 4. I wasn't really looking forward to it but I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious. I wonder what he'll be like? He's probably some rich boy with a golden spoon in his mouth. Well, I wouldn't know and I shouldn't judge but I'd like to believe that's how he was.

I got up and paid for my pancakes after a while of just sitting there, reading. I walked towards the front of the diner, and opened the door. I was putting my book in my bag and walked through the door, not looking up. My bag fell from my hand as I bumped into a person.

Sigh. I really needed to start looking where I was going.

Unfortunately, the person I bumped into must not have been looking either, as they stumbled backwards, arms flying forward, only to catch air. It was truly a comical scene, but at the moment I had no sense of humour as I acted before I could process what I was doing.

It was as if in slow motion that my body sprung forward and my arms wrapped around the person, as I tried to stop his fall. The action only resulted in the person falling into my arms, in a sort of horizontal position. Their torso was turned towards me and I had one arm around their waist and the other under their head. To an on looker it probably seemed like I was dipping the person like in a dance.

Basically, we looked retarded.

I looked down at the man in my arms, slightly embarrassed, slightly concerned and a bit shocked as I recognized the features of his face.

Airport guy.

The guy seemed to recognize me as well as his dark chocolate orbs widened just a little. We took in each other's form, unsure of what to do next.

Wanting this unknown tension that had formed in the air between us, when we locked eyes, to be gone, I blurted out. "Did you just fall for me?" That was probably the corniest thing I had ever said. But what can I say, I saw the opportunity and I took it. Perfect time to say that.

Snapping out of this weird eye contact think we had going on, ( I refuse to call it gazing.) he stood up properly, face slightly flushed at our awkward position earlier. I mean, imagine me, a 5'4 girl holding a guy much bigger than me in that position.

The corners of his lips turned upwards as he started to reply. "We have to stop meeting like this Clumsy."

Clumsy. That one word unknowingly made my heart flutter for some reason. Maybe it was because of the way he said it. Like a soft caress, making one insignificant word sound a thousand times more special.

"It seems you and I are fated to fall for each other." Came his voice again, this time accompanied by a flirty wink. I couldn't help but laugh. "Does that even work on girls? Your pick up lines suck." I spoke when my chuckles died out.

"I don't need to pick up girls. They come to me all on their own." The way he said it so casually and with a dismissive shrug, made me think it was true. I mean, look at him. No wonder girls go after him. "So you're here for..?" I left my sentence open, waiting for him to answer. "I go to school across from here actually and I'm guessing you do too." Airport guy said as he gestured towards my clothes.

I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and red skirt. The colors of our school. Our school uniform policy wasn't strict. We just had to wear anything black and/or red, and the pants/skirts should be at least knee length.