What is your problem?

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The day after the bench incident I was riding my penny board to the first class of the semester. Biology I.

I was kind of nervous but got over it fast and found a seat at the very front row of the amphitheater. No one sat next to me...What a surprise! ~note the sarcasm~

Half an hour after class had started the guy from the day before came and sat on the seat on my right. I glanced at him sideways but kept taking notes pretending like he didn't exist. Like i didn't take notice of how perfectly his hair covered his eye and he had to run his fingers through the chocolate locks. Totally ignored him!

"You weren't wearing glasses yesterday". I tried to ignore his comment but instinctivelly my hand reached on my nose bridge to fix my round glasses.

"You have a scar under your earlobe". At that I snapped my head and shot him a death glare.

"Will you shut it? What's your problem anyway"? I whisper-yelled at him.

His almost silver eyes pierced straight through my russet brown ones, a glint of amusement could be seen in his while mine were dead serious.

"I have no problem whatsoever. Do you"? His eyebrow rised suggestively. I was looking at him utterly confused by that point.

When class was over, I quickly packed my stuff and got my blue mini-cruiser out of my backpack. Before I could get away though I heard someone shout "Hey"!.

I groaned and turned around pushing the tail of the plastic board to the ground and picking it up as the guy was walking fast towards me.

"Listen..." he started "I know you don't like me" i raised a brow. Was it that obvious?     

" But there is this project for class where I need to find one person  and by observing them write an essay about how I perceive their life from the outside and later get to know if my guesses were right based on their words."

I opened and closed my mouth twice like a goldfish before I actually managed to speak.

"What on earth are you studying?" I remember asking seriously worried. He chuckled and simply said.

"Phsycology". I must have stared intensly for a few seconds because he akwardly shifted his weigh from one leg to the other and said
"I'm Liam". While scratching his shoulder.

He offered me one large hand and I hesitantly shook it. His skin was warm ,but not sweaty, and the contact sent shivers down my spine.

" Kathryn".

"Katheryn"?

"No!It's Kathryn.Friends call me Ryn, but we are in no way friends so you can't call ne that."

"Yet" he winked at me.

I dropped my board on the ground once more and gave him a last look above my shoulder.

"See ya later aligator"

"See ya later Ryn." He made sure to emphasize the last word.

And somehow as I was heading towards the first lab of my semester I knew I would be seing a lot of this Liam guy

How could I possibly know......

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Hope you guys liked it...

Myrt🌊

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