The Wallflower [ON HOLD INDEFINITELY: WRITERS BLOCK]

[Chapter Three] Awkward Encounters

*Dedicated to my man, James. I saw the gesture you did, that message, and thank you for doing that Jammie, it means a lot. xoxo*

Awkward Encounters

I stood there, just leaning my head against this boy’s head. My mind was empty, void of any thoughts as I concentrated on memorizing every single detail of his face, his smell, and the fact that just the simple action of leaning our foreheads against each other’s made me happier than I had been in three years.

“Ads, what in Mother Mary’s name is going on here?” someone said, as I felt two hands clamp down on my shoulders. I would’ve been content to stay there, just staring into his eyes, trust me I would’ve. But that interruption brought me out of my trance. 

I blinked twice and stepped away as I realized just exactly what I had been doing. I was practically having an intimate moment, with a guy I had pretty much only met. Now, if that wasn’t out of character, then I have no idea what is. I staggered back and took my place next to Dean. I figured it must’ve been Dean who called out since his hands were on my shoulders after all. 

“What the hell is your problem Brit boy?” Oliver said from behind me. I heard the boy take a step forwards and turned my head a fraction of an inch, just enough to see him gripping Oliver’s collar, his feet were an inch of the ground. I gasped and broke away from Dean before he held me back.

“You listen here, I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what kind of power you have and I don’t care what you are to her, disrespect me one more time and I won’t be so complacent with the punishments, do you hear me pup?” the boy said. I really should stop calling him a boy; he was obviously a man now, and a fine one at that. But what got my head reeling was the term of insult he used.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Oliver spat back as he was lowered back down onto the ground. As tall and demeaning as Oliver was, the man in front of him had an aura about him. One that just signaled authority, power and danger; all in all, this guy was a badass.

“If you must know, it’s Andrew Jamieson, ring any bells for you now?” I listened to the ring of his name. Andrew. It suited him in a way. I smiled to myself as I realized I now knew his name, and yet he probably didn’t know mine; advantage point to Adrianna.

“You’re shitting me, you can’t be him” Oliver and Dean said at the same time. Both of their faces were full of shock; mouths wide and eyes showing disbelief as they scanned him.

“Does it look like I’m shitting you?” he said as he quoted the artfully tasteful word that both Oliver and Dean had used. I mused at the fact that even though he had cussed, he had managed to make it sound so eloquent.

“Drew, what seems to be the problem here?” another guy said as he stepped next to Andrew and nudged his side. He seemed to have a similar air to him as Andrew, but they couldn’t have been more different. 

His dark brown hair was buzz cut on the sides and a head of thick hair was atop his head. His eyes a dark shade of green and his face not quite as angular as Andrew’s. He wore simple clothes, a dark pair of jeans and a maroon shirt, with a black cardigan to keep him warm. He looked like an art student, one for culture and not so much sport, although it was obvious he did quite a bit of it.

“Well, it seems Peter, that these lads here don’t know how to show respect to those of higher authority than them” Andrew said as he smirked at the guy named Peter. 

“So what happens now then?” Peter said as he glanced my way. A look of lust crossed his eyes before he was hit quite hard on the back of his head.