What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 2.

My stomach roars. Guess Chloe was right, I should have taken breakfast. I hope Mr Cute guy didn't notice it.

"Are you hungry?"

Oh, no no no

"I heard it." He laughs and I facepalm myself so hurriedly, that I forget that I was daydreaming and none of this was happening in reality. My file slaps his arse so quick as I facepalm myself that I can't even help prevent it.

He stops and turns around. I flush.

"Sorry. That was-I didn't...I am sorry." I look down for a second and then back at him. Damn, why do all the embarrassing things happen with me when I am around boys?

He doesn't say anything but keeps staring at me, his face expressionless. I silently wish he'd show some facial expressions. Some sign? Nothing. He stays dumbfounded.

After what seems like hours of me questioning my ability to drown so deeply in my own self created eye-open slumber, the guy whose arse I just smacked unintentionally turns around and resumes climbing the stairs. I clench my fists and try to keep my distance with him so that I don't do it again.

A second later, he turns around and shoots me an amused toothy grin and I freeze. "Come up close." He says and I blush. "We have a ton of work to do." He adds and I nod.

"So where are you from?"

"Manchester, itself," I tell him.

"That's cool. Where in Manchester?"

"My place is a ten-minute walk away from here." I scoff humourlessly and he stops again, shock evident in his wide eyes and gaping mouth. I laugh lightly.

"That's awesome." He says after a minute.

Yeah right, tell me about it. I roll my eyes.

"So you came here because you wanted to come here or you had to come here?"

I look at him blankly for a minute.

Oh, you know. I legit want to become a writer and prefer working even as a librarian for a part-time job. I really wanted to go to NYU and am actually thinking about joining a summer 'sit-at-home-and-study' scheme but as for now, University Of Manchester it is.

He raises an eye at me, still waiting for my answer.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone." He winks at me and my face turns hot.

"Yeah actually I wanted to apply in NYU but I didn't get in so..."

"Oh, no problem. I get it. But I am sure you'll like it here." He smiles and I nod.

We reached at the entrance of a big hall, on top of which 'The Seminar Hall' is written in bold gold letters. The doors open and I get hit by a wave of chilling air. I was about to step inside when I see that Mr. cute has stepped aside.

"You aren't coming in with me?" My voice comes out much more girlish than I had intended. He bores his eyes into me, his face expressionless.

"I can't." He says, a little breathless. "I am not allowed inside. It's strictly for students who are going to take admission." He explains and I nod, before turning my heels around and walking inside the hall.

Minutes pass as I sit ideally with my phone in my hand and my eyes glued to the brand new rom-com novel available on Kindle. I look around and then at my watch. It has been an hour since I stepped in here and my name still hasn't been called once.

"Oh my God! Is that you?" I hear a familiar voice from behind me. I turn around and found myself gaping at my school friend, Reva.

"OMG. Hi!" I give her a side hug.