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(39) Apprehensive Ama

♡ AMA

He looks at me with his beautiful hazel eyes full of worry. But I can't tell him what happened with those two blondes. I don't want to sound pathetic. I don't need anyone's help standing up for myself. And we all know what happens if you tell the teacher about being bullied. Right, it only gets worse.

I look down at the empty cup in my hands. The milkshake was amazing. I need to thank him for that and then I should go. I don't want to stick around to hear him judge me. I do that more than enough myself. I get up and gather my courage to thank him. "Thanks for the milkshake, it was amazing."

I don't make eye contact with him, because it feels like he can read my mind every time he looks into my eyes. I take a step away from him and he grabs my wrist.

"Ama? C-could you at least t-tell me if I did something wrong? W-will you be back in the gym tomorrow?"

He stutters a tiny bit and I hear the insecurity in his voice and instantly feel guilty. I hear him softly swear at himself, probably hating the fact that he stuttered. It's something that's endearing to me, cute. And makes him stand out in a beautiful way. I turn around and catch him staring at his shoes.

"Noah? I'll be back tomorrow. You did nothing wrong. I just... I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

I turn around and walk away quickly.

After walking for a while, completely lost in my mind, I notice footsteps behind me and when I stop walking they stop too. A shiver runs down my spine and I feel scared for a second. I've been fighting my tears of frustration ever since I walked away from Noah and my nerves are shot. This stalker is not helping matters.

Fuck it! I'm not scared!

I turn around abruptly and stare into those hazel eyes I've been trying to avoid. I startled him but his eyes connect with mine right away and I instantly feel calmer. Why the hell was he following me? And why does he have this effect on me? I don't like it. I don't need anyone. I don't need him.

Annoyed by my own feelings I snap at him. "Why the hell are you following me?!"

He gasps and stammers: "I-I d-didn't w-w... Fucking hell!" He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh.

I chuckle and he looks hurt. Oh fuck, he thinks I was laughing at him. I really wasn't. I just loved the fact that he said fucking hell out loud, without a stutter. I gather my courage and say that out loud to him. "I chuckled at the fucking hell, not at the stutter. Because I find that really cute."

His eyes shoot to mine and he asks: "You find WHAT really cute?"

"Your stutter. So don't worry about it and tell me why you were following me like a stalker."

He stares at me, eyes wide, jaw slacked, his whole body expressing disbelief.

I smile at him, to try and make him believe what I just said.

He blinks a few times and then slaps himself. "Stuttering is not cute."

"You don't get to decide what I find cute. So I'm sticking to it. It's cute. You're cute when you stutter." 

Fuck me. I said that last part out loud. Honestly Ama. You try to keep your distance and then you just tell him he's cute. And he was stalking you for fuck's sake!

He chuckles and says: "You're right. I can't decide for you. And I wasn't stalking you, I just didn't want you to walk home alone. So yeah..."

I stare into his eyes and search for something. Something that shows me that it's a lie or a joke, but I can't find it. "You didn't want me to walk home alone? So you followed me at a distance, even after I just walked away from you like a bitch?"

He shrugs and stares at his shoes.

I take a step closer to him and ask: "Why?"

He mumbles: "Cause I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. And because my mom would slap me from heaven if she knew I let a girl walk home alone."

His mom died. The mom that gave him Bridget Jones' Diary died. 

"I'm sorry you've lost your mom. She must have been a great person."

He looks up at me with confusion in his eyes. 

I clear my throat and say: "Judging by the fact that she gave you Bridget Jones' Diary, taught you to walk girls home and well, raised you."

He smiles and his eyes show the undying love he has for his mother. "Thank you for saying that. She was amazing."

I grab his hand and pull him along. He cocks his eyebrow and I say: "If you're going to walk me home, you might as well hold my hand. To make sure I don't run away or something."

He squeezes my hand and says: "You're not a runner and I am, so I'm not worried about that. But I love holding your hand, so whatever the reason, I'm happy with it." 

He mutters something to himself and I think I know what it is.

"Yeah, you said that out loud. I know the feeling. I tend to do that around you too. I also say fuck a lot. Mostly in my head though."

We both chuckle and I can see the Greenfield Building in the distance. Oh, what do I do when we reach the entrance? Do I have to ask him to come up? Do I hug him? Kiss him on the cheek? Fuck! This was a bad idea because I feel like screaming. What the hell did I get myself into? I should have just said no to the milkshake and had X's driver take me home.

Noah stops walking, lifts his hand, and mine along with it, and asks: "Are you trying to break my fingers?" 

Apparently, I've been squeezing the life out of his hand and I immediately let go of it. He wiggles his fingers and studies my face. I avoid his gaze and play with a button on my blouse.

Fuck! It all just became really uncomfortable. And I feel like running away.

And I don't run.

I hear him take in a deep breath and then I feel his fingers under my chin. He tilts my head up and looks into my eyes. I stare into his hazel orbs and for some reason, it calms me down. It still scares me how he manages to look into my eyes and really see me, but at the same time looking into his eyes gives me a feeling of belonging. 

I can't stop the smile that's forming on my lips and his eyes drop to my mouth.

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That was Ama's POV.
What do you think?
Is it ever going to work?
Or will the universe screw it up for them again?

See you when inspiration hits again. 

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