He Fell For The Nerd

Chapter 4

Cupcakes! Who doesn't love cupcakes? I am practically drooling right now. Yumm, the wonderful dessert.. 😋😋

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"I want to feel my life while I'm in it."
                                        - Meryl Streep

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He looked at me incredulously, anger evident in the way he stared at me. I involuntarily flinched at the way he was looking at me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under.

Think Camilla, think, what do we do when we drop a drink on someone?... I began to think and a light bulb lit in my mind. Oh yeah, we apologise. I mentally cringed at my inability to think such a simple response. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Sorry, I am really, really, sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't see you coming. I am sorry, I mean it. I... Sorry.... really," I rambled apologetically. I looked up at him expecting him to politely accept my sincere apology, because that's what people do, right? After a person says sorry?

But God no! Instead of accepting my genuinely said apology, he hadn't still taken that angry expression off his face. It was then that I noticed that the person I was apologising to was strikingly beautiful. Whilst he continued glaring at me I took in his features.

He was probably my age, black hair, a little brown maybe- messy and a little curly, looking damn good on him, and those eyes? Those green eyes! From this far only I could tell that there were specks of gold floating in them. Oh God! I've always been a sucker for green eyes. Why does he has to have them? He was tall, apparently 6 feet or more than it, and was wearing a white dress shirt with a black overcoat(Which were soaked in the remnants of my drink, oops) and a tie, and black pants. He looked the perfect combination of lean and muscular, from what I could gather by the way his muscles were tight under the coat.

I looked up again, and with a jolt I realized something: I think I know this person! I have seen him before, I am sure of it. No, not in these parties, somewhere else.

The person in question coughed and when I gave him my attention, he opened his mouth to speak and relief coursed over me at the thought of being forgiven. Hope danced in my eyes. I do not like people to be mad at me and I really hoped that he would forgive me.

"How the fuck did you not see me coming?!! If you can't see a six foot tall guy, you should really consider to wear specs!!You spilled the whole freakin' drink on me!!!" The boy seethed in anger.

"I am seriously, really, sorry."

"Sorry? How is that gonna solve anything?! I am in my party and what am I wearing? A wet shirt. Do you fucking know who I am?" He continued with no amount of anger lessening from his voice.

My party? Ooh, so he is the son of Mr. Richard Hunt?Something in me boiled. Who was he? Why do I care who he is? Why is he using that card on me? I hate it, and I mean hate it when people say that. I mean why anyone would behave towards you differently if he/she knows who's son or daughter you are. You are being spoken to in the respect of who you are and how you act.

"Wait there, Mister. First of all, I don't know who you fuckin' are and second of all, listen carefully, I don't fucking care. I dropped the drink on you, not intentionally, might I add, and I am sorry for it, I really am, and I have already told you that. You accept my apology, don't accept my apology, I don't care anymore, but you in any respect, do not have the right to talk to me like that, when I have done nothing to you, and for what I did, accidentally, I apologised. So keep your 'Do you know who I am?' card with yourself, use it with someone who cares." I fumed at the boy in front of me and looked around to see if anyone was looking our way, but no one was, all were busy in their own conversations and some were even dancing to a soft song that had started playing.