See me playing

I was sniffing around until I found your scent

Winnie

I was never the one to get annoyed fast. I was never the one who's day got ruined because of one simple thing or one specific person. There are bad days and there are sad days, but I learned to get over it. And get over it fast.

But there is something about him.

About what he had said.

And here I am. Thinking about it three days later.

"People take shit everyday. It is up to you to decide if you will eat their crap or not."

Who says something like that and then walks away? And what is that supposed to mean? That he lied and that it was my fault I was stupid enough to believe him? That it is normal for people to use others?

I was getting so angry that the pencil in my hand snaped. That in turn caused me to snap out of it.

Why am I thinking about that? About him? It is over. It is in the past. I will not let myself become some angry, bitter, obssessed little girl. I am leaving this place as soon as the academic year ends anyway and I can leave this behind me once and for all.

No more thinking about past problems. That certainly won't get me far in life.

"Is this seat taken?"

Think about the asshole and he will appear.

"What are you doing here?", I asked him after he had sat in the seat right next to me.

He still smells good.

What the hell? Haven't I just decided to not think about him? I blame him for failing at it. Him and his stupid, unusual eyes.

"I have had this class with you since the start of the academic year, Winifred.", he said slowly, like he was talking to a child.

"No, Aiden. I am asking you what are you doing here. At the front of the lecture hall. Don't you usually sit at the back?"

Why do I know that?

"So you are stalking me?", he asked with a smirk on his face.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Too bad, because I need to talk to you.", he said seriously.

"Go away.", I said sternly.

"No.", was his answer, "I am not leaving you alone before we had a chance to talk."

"I don't think there is anything left to talk about."

The lecture started before he had a chance to answer. Am I doing the right thing? He just wants to talk. We are not five anymore, I am sure we can comunicate like adults. Or can't we?

Of course, our profesor talking about chamber music wasn't enough to shut Aiden up. Unfortunatelly.

"Please Winifred. I am only asking you to give me a chance to explain. One coffee. That's all."

"I... Well..."

"Listen, you can get up and leave if you feel like I offended..."

"Mr. Fairchild, do you have something to share with the rest of us?", asked him our profesor before he had the chance to finish his sentence.

But I had already made up my mind.

"Fine. One coffee. After this class?"

"Sure.", he looked quite satisfied with himself.