Wanting Her

Chapter 3

-HER-

The bell rings.

Meaning it's lunch time. Yes I've been waiting for this and can't wait to eat.

My stomach is growling begging me to fill them with foods. I drool thinking about veggies lasagna the school's cafeteria had. I practically ran with Emmy to the cafeteria and stay in line to get the lasagna. The line is already long when we get there.

"Bummer". I mutter but still make my way to line up.

At last, after that torturous long line we finally get the veggie lasagna. I smile while carrying my tray of food fill with lasagna, French fries and a carton of milk.

All of a sudden, someone hit me. Hit me all the way until lost all my grip on my precious try filled with my precious food.

I gasp and make small scream but shut up right after I saw the mess down the floor. I'm totally in a speechless mode for what just happen.

That incident cost all of my food come stumbling down to the floor. My fucking lasagne. MY FUCKING LASAGNA. The boy just walk away without saying sorry and make his way out. He doesn't even spare a glance back to where the mess he made. Fucking asshole.

"Watch where you're going." He even has the guts to say that to me.

Yup, he's a fucking asshole.

I pick up the wasted food with a frown and put it in the trash. Emmy is also gaping with her mouth open, wondering what just happen.

Emmy try to console me but I just shut my mouth and walk with a stomp to our usual table. William is already there waiting for Emmy with a bright smile and frown in confusion when he saw me. Emmy just smile awkwardly and take a seat across him. It's enough to warmed him that I'm not in the mood to talk about it.

"Lay, come on, don't be like this, we can share my food". She smiles sweetly. William agrees by bobbing his head up and down while eating his tacos.

Lucky you, Will.

She tries again by wiggling my arms. I huff in annoyance when I think about my foods.

I burst right there, right second. "I fucking line up that long for that lasagne and that boy came out of nowhere and hit me and!". I breathe. Seeking for some sanity. "My lasagne". I make a sobs sounds. Not that I really cry but it just feels appropriate and necessary at this time. I just cover my face in my elbows on the cafeteria table.

Not long after, I hear a sound of tray being put near me and a soft yet gentle tap on me arms making me look up from my broody mood.

I stop breathing for a moment.

He's in front of me. I forgot momentarily about my damsel in distress.

Why does he have to be so damn attractive? Damn him for making me fell this way. I squirm in my seat when I feel his eyes on me but still don't break eye contact with me. His chin gestures to the tray fill of what my tray fills before. I look with a confused face.

He must have notice because he says, "I saw what happen. I just thought I could help in getting a new one for you."

I blink a few times before I even afford a reply to this godly handsome man.

Wow, he's a man to you Lana. A man and a gentleman.

"Thank you but." I trail before continue. "but you didn't have to do it. I don't want to trouble anyone." I say and I feel my face heat up and I look down at my lap to hide my embarrassment. I fiddle my fingers at my lap.

"No, I don't feel any trouble. Eat, you need to eat". He says and drags the tray in front of me.

He has his own tray fill with two burgers, hash browns and a milk. For a second I think whether it is enough for him or do he need more. Because he is a big size. Not too big but just nice too cuddle and feel the warmth of his body.

Snapped out of it!

I shake my head to clear the thought and start to eat. I lift the spoon and dig the lasagna. As soon as the heavenly flavour hits my tongue. I moan at the flavour while my eyes close.

When I open my eyes, Ethan is staring at me with dark eyes and an unreadable expression. I stare back at him and when I feel it's too much I start eating back. I feel my face heated up.

I make a mental note to eat quietly. Which means no sound. Emmy and Will are at their own little bubble not realizing what happens to me here with this godly man.

I can feel his eyes on me and I control my urges to look back up at him. I finish my food and drinking the last drop of my milk. I sigh and smile happily. Ethan has finished his food minutes ago before me. How he manages to eat so fast I have no idea.

The bell rings again reminding the students to retreat back to class. I scowl thinking about the next class.

It's literature. And Mrs Elliot and literature.