How to Catch an Oppa (#Wattys2015)

Step Five- Ramble

I stared at the ripped piece of notebook paper. He'd written his name and the seven digits I needed to reach him. He could have easily told Gina the number and let her add it to the contacts list in her phone, but he'd written it down, just for me. What had I done in return? Flashed him.

            "Oh, get over it!" I scolded myself. Seen one nipple, seen them all, and with those lips, I knew he'd seen his fair share. I glanced at the paper again, his name written in some edgy calligraphy.

            "Ms. Reese?"

I started at the sound of my name.  A few people stared at me while the rest either slept or continued the game on their phones.

            "Uh, sorry. What was the question?"

Mr. Dennings frowned and peered at me over his glasses.

            "Does anyone care to fill her in?"
No one cared because no one one answered. The professor rubbed his temples and repeated the question.

            "What is the formula for determining gross profit?"

An easy one! I sighed in relief, and answered the question. Mr. Dennings nodded, but gave a disapproving glare. I tucked the paper into my pocket and focused for the rest of the class.

            An hour and a half later, I was free and ready to start my weekend. Though most of Saturday was set aside for any remaining class work, I had the rest of the day to relax. I checked my watch. Gina's rehearsal time would be over in twenty minutes. Her building wasn't far from mine so I trudged over there to wait.

           The Bristol Music building was one of the oldest on campus. Though far from musically inclined, I'd sometimes used the practice rooms to study. They were much less distracting than the library with its cute boys and football players, stalking the aisles, pretending to look for books.

            As always, whispers of music escaped the sound-proofed rooms and welcomed me when I walked inside. Those melodious sounds, coupled with the sunlight streaming from the large window at the end of the hallway, made me feel like I was walking down the aisle. It was just too bad that the only person waiting for me was a short, often ill-tempered girl with a penchant for bad boys and expensive clothes.

        With an inward giggle, I headed for Gina's usual practice room. I was nearly there when the haunting chords of Spanish Rhapsody stopped me. Listz was the main composer in my classically-centered study playlist, so it was easy to recognize the trembling notes. I stood outside the door and listened as my heart warmed by the intepretation.

        Before I could stop myself, I inched the door open and stepped inside. I might have gone unnoticed if the janitor had bothered to oil the squeaking hinges. 

        "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I was jus trying to--"

He swiveled around and my lips parted without consent. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but when they saw his face--the perfect blend of angles and baby-soft skin-- they retreated to my throat and tried to force themselves back down. Of course, that left me coughing like a spaz.

        "Are you ok?" He stood up and was next to me in two strides. I lifted my head to respond, but that only made things worse. No sunlight could enter the room, but his creamy skin shined as if illuminated by rays. And those lips. So supple, so full, so...familiar.

        "Hello? Are you alright?" He asked again, waving a hand in front of me.

The calming scent of an ocean mist, with a hint of lemon, accompanied the motion, and pulled me from my trance. I wanted to bury my face in his broad chest, but I settled for a shy smile.

             "I'm fine, thank you." I straightened up. "Sorry for interrupting, I just uh,  heard you playing and umm, well, I just wanted to-- had to come...see."

             "It's alright," he said. "Do you play?"

        "Oh, God, no." I touched my lips. "I mean, if forced, I could probably play chopsticks, or something, but nothing like what you played, I mean, wow that was really, really...great."

What the hell was wrong with me? I could recall exactly zero occassions where a man had me flustered. Zero. I'd had bouts of nervousness, but nothing that made me ramble like a school girl. Luckily, he just smiled and nodded along.

        "Thank you," he said. "I teach lessons, if you are ever interested."

Was he flirting with me? No, of course not. I wasn't his type and he wasn't mine. That realization brought me back to my senses.

        "Thanks for the offer, but I gotta get going." I turned to head out.

        "Wait. What's your--"

        "Ahh...oh! Hey!" I said, bumping into Gina on my way out. "I was just coming to look for you."

        "What are you doing in-- oh, hi!" She pushed past me, and stepped inside the room. "I guess you beat me to the punch."

I turned around. "What are you talking about?"

        "I was going to tell him to come here, but I guess you called him already."

        "Called who?" I looked between the two of their smiling faces.

        "Christian!" She patted his arm. "This is Christian."

Instinctively, my arms pulled the plaid blazer over my chest more tightly. 

        "Oh my God, seriously, Kat?" Gina knocked my arms down. "We get it. He got a partial look at your tits. Get over it and be glad their nice tits!"

He laughed- a deep and throaty symphony that made me cover myself for different reasons.

        "It's ok. She has a right to be embarassed, though I can't imagine why."

Heat swarmed my body like bees when his amorous gaze drifted to my chest and back. This dude has no clue what I'd do to him...

        "Well," Gina said, rescuing my brain from the side of the road. "I'll leave you guys to chat."

        "Wait, we're supposed to go to the mall."

        "Sorry," she glanced at Christian then back at me, "something came up."

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A/N: Sorry for the delay guys! I was trying to have Step 6 ready, but I didn't have the time. I'll try and have it ready soon! In the meantime, comment, vote, share, etc. 

By the way, what do you think of the characters so far? Who or what would you like to see more of???