Enamoured

I Wasn't Her

"Dior wait!" I heard a voice shout behind me while Clara and I were making our way out of the building. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest for I had an inkling whose voice it was. I closed my eyes to take a deep breath. I slowly calmed down as I could feel my nerves relaxing down. I opened my eyes and knew that I had to turn around for what I was about to face.

More students gathered to stare. I was tired of all this attention. Okay probably I was starting to like Ryan, but did it matter anymore? I wanted the answer to all these questions. And I knew, that he was the only one who could answer my questions...

Clara was the first to turn around and see who it was. All I could see was that her mouth was opened agape. That got me curious with a knowing feeling as to who was in front of her. I slowly turned around too.

I saw Ryan, with his mates behind him. I looked him in the eyes even-though I knew that the students were all around us, encircling us, and that they were not just many in numbers, but, many with their phones recording the whole scene. I could feel the tensed awkwardness and I wasn't liking it much.

Gosh, I really wanted this year to be easy and happy. Nothing even happened with Ryan! I admitted that I wanted to have something to do with him, more like everything to do with him.

Ryan was right there, looking at me. I could see his eyes piercing through my soul as he was there. He knew. He knew I was a bit shaken up. He knew I didn't like this situation. He knew it all. The way he was looking at me was as if no one else was around.

Suddenly, Kristina came out running in her heels, went straight up close to Ryan, and held his left arm. But Ryan's eyes didn't leave mine. I was numb as I didn't know what to feel. It was as if time had frozen and I couldn't think.

Ryan was trying to get out of her grip on his arm. But Kristina's hold got even tighter and I could see her gritting her teeth while glaring at me.

"Kristina, can you just leave me alone?" Ryan said deeply and it was obvious that he was so furious. He glared at Kristina who was obviously not expecting that response from him. But knowing Kristina, she quickly plastered a fake smile on her face acting like everything was fine.

"Ryan, let's go for our lunch date as we planned, shall we?" said Kristina with a wide smile. Was she out of her kind? Couldn't she see how angry Ryan was?

Wait, what? Going for lunch? As they.. As they had planned..? I thought he wanted to meet up with me today.

I looked at the ground and smirked. I wasn't going to be fooled by arseholes again. I looked up again to see Kristina looking at Ryan intently, waiting for some sort of reaction from him. But Ryan, he just kept looking at me. After Kristina said those words, it was like his head was back on earth. He gently pushed away Kristina's hand with his right hand. I could tell that Kristina was in pain from that. As soon as he managed to get out of Kristina's grip, he started making his way towards me.

"I don't remember saying anything about lunch Kristina," he said sternly. Kristina's eyes welled up looking at him. I knew she wouldn't be able to bear such a humiliation in front of all these students. Then her eyes turned to me.

"This is all because of you!" she shouted at me. "You're the third wheel in our relationship and you should be ashamed of yourself!" She was crying out loud but Ryan didn't care. He was just looking at me, calmly. I probably liked him a bit too much. He just kept walking closer to me.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. That was his cue to ignore everything else. His face was neutral but his eyes were filled with emotions and I could see that.

"Ryan come back!" screamed Kristina still standing at the same spot. But Ryan didn't care. He kept moving towards me and oh my God, he was gorgeous in his white shirt, faded light jeans and light grey coat. Luckily I had my beige coat on so he couldn't see the chills I was getting from this situation. All the students around us wouldn't budge. I knew they were watching the whole scene and that made me weak in my knees.

Soon, Ryan was standing in front of me. I could feel my heart race. I averted his eyes and just looked at me feet.

"Dior..." he started.

I kept looking down. I didn't want to get involved in a messy situation, again. I just wanted peace. I couldn't bear to look at him because deep down inside I knew that I wanted more.

He slowly raised up my chin with his finger.

"Look at me Dior," his voice was calm but I could feel he was worried. About what?

I looked up at him. His eyes were there, just like they were the previous times. Nothing had changed between us and I really wasn't imagining the special bond that we had.

"I told you I'd meet you after class," he said with a small confident smile. Was he upset because of this?

"Kristina said -"

"Do I look like I care about what Kristina said?" he cut me off. But she said they were together. I stared at him blankly. I didn't know how to react, and what to say.

"I don't want to be the third wheel Ryan," my eyes became teary. Just when a tear rolled down my cheek, he gently caressed it with his finger. I couldn't help but breathe shakily while closing my eyes. How could I be so affected by a guy I had met only a few times? Was that even possible?

He cupped my face and leant his forehead against mine. Our breaths were shallow and I could hardly breathe. Being so close to him, I felt like I was dreaming.

"Breathe, Dior," he said. He could see I was panicking. Why did he understand me so well?

And that was what I did. I just breathed in his scent. His perfume was a strong one, nothing spicy or fruity but just the right now. However, his forehead against mine with our eyes closed was peaceful to me, I felt serene. When I finally calmed down, he raised up his face and looked at me.

"Probably I should've made myself clearer before. Im single, Dior. I wouldn't have been that way with you if I weren't. I wouldn't even tell you that I'd see you after class. Have you ever seen me doing this with another girl before?" That made sense to me. He never did.

Those words were enough for me, to make my heart burst. The confusion that I had was blanked out. But I knew that it was just too soon, way too soon to trust him. I didn't want to go through anything close to this again.

"But what about Kristina?" I whispered.

He turned around and looked at Kristina who was glaring at us desperately.

"Don't mess up with her, Kristina. Or you'll have to deal with me," his voice was stern.

He intertwined our fingers, looked at me and started pulling me to go away from there with him. I was so shy. Was I dreaming?

"How is she different? You never cared when I said these things to the other girls who liked you before!" Kristina cried hastily.

Ryan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.

"She is not them. And you, aren't her."