First one

Seven: leaving it up to me? That's risky

Isabella's POV

I kept bouncing my knee up and down, nervously waiting for the professor to dismiss class. I didn't hear a thing that came out of his mouth so you can imagine what my notes looked like, yup an empty notebook indeed. Why? All I could think about was what to say to Drew. Do I confront him with Lukas' possible lies or do I give him the benefit of the doubt? After biting down on my pen for the last forty minutes I decided on the last option. When the professor finally decide to set me free I packed my books as fast as I could and ran out the door. Checking my watch I realized I was already late for my date, shit. Professor Anders had to keep on rambling about French philosophers, much to everyone's disinterest. The café wasn't far from building D where I had class but when you're late, everything is too far. I swung open the door almost hitting it in someone's face, typically me by the way. When I saw Drew sitting at the back, staring at the menu I pulled myself together, tried to catch my breath and smoothed out my hair. Confidently, not, I walked over to him which made his face light up.

"I'm sorry I'm late." I said, smiling when I realized Drew had waited to order. "Class took a bit longer than usual." I put my hair behind my ear. Something I always do when I'm nervous. This was a date, an actual date. That sure is something else than kissing someone at a party. Time to grow a pair and face my fears, I will survive this date.

"That's fine, you look stunning today." He smiled and I'm pretty sure the butterflies in my stomach were having a high intensity work out, cause damn it was either that or I was freaking hungry. I realized I was still standing and I was pretty sure I looked like an idiot. I quickly took a seat on the chair in front of Drew and his eyes were following my every move. "Do you know what you want to order? I'll go get it." He pushed the menu towards me but I didn't have to look, I wanted my usual.

"Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. I think I'm hungry." I blurted out before my mind could stop the words from rolling off my tongue.

"You think?" He laughed.

"Nevermind."Okayyy this is awkward Isabella. Your nerves are getting the better of you. When drew got up to get our order I put my hands on my forehead. I had to calm myself down. I just don't get it. Sometimes I'm confident and the next moment I'm just socially awkward. Am I the only one experiencing this?I tried to calm myself but before I could Drew came back with the order.

"One Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin for my hungry milady and an Americano for me." Drew said while sitting down in front of me and putting the order on the table. "What's wrong?" He noticed I was lost in thoughts.

"Uuhm, nothing. I'm just nervous. I haven't been on many dates before." I admitted and before my words completely escaped my mouth my cheeks where a shade of red, brighter than a candy apple.

"Nervous why? It's just me Drew, just a guy you met at a party." He smirked.

"Technically we met at the diner..." If you are going to be a smartass just shut the fuck up. My unconscious was only trying to help me. "...And you are not just a guy from the party." I said while taking a sip from my cup.

"I'm not?" He said surprised giving me another smile including glistening eyes. Those eyes were something else! A shade of brown I had never seen. They were dark but somehow amber at the same time. They looked lighter in the sunlight that was shining through the window. I had to stop staring at his eyes and maybe answer his question.

"No, I wouldn't have kissed you if you were. Twice." I giggled and his lips curved into a smirk. My eyes wandered off to look at his tattoo.

"Do you like it?" he asked still smiling.