Love and Life

Sprinting and Swooning

Chapter 3

Finn's POV

As if the mystery girl could sense my stare, she turned around.

Even from across the hazy room, I could see how blue her eyes were; two bright sapphires set into smooth porcelain.

Her black hair cascaded down past her shoulders in silky waves. Her purple sweater complimented her pale skin tone and her leather pants were... Very tight.

It was obvious to see that she wasn't wearing any makeup yet her lips were full and red and her skin was clear and flawless.

My heart began to race at the mere sight of her. I felt my mouth go dry and my palms begin to sweat.

It was like my whole world had shrunk and was now revolving only around this girl.

And I had no idea who she was.

Olivia's POV

The first thing I noticed were his eyes. It's always the eyes in movies isn't it?

His warm chocolate brown eyes.

And the way his loose soft brown hair fell into those warm chocolate eyes.

And how his tanned long-fingered hands reached up to rake through the soft brown hair that fell into those warm chocolate eyes.

Was it still socially acceptable to swoon because of a man?

He was wearing a red plaid long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. He had a tall slim build but his taut muscles were easily visible from underneath his shirt, even from this distance.

I felt my fluttering heart as we continued to stare at each other.

And then realisation dawned.

The fluttering stopped.

Everything stopped.

It was Finn bloody Crawford.

Finn's POV

I don't know why but I felt this indescribable need to be near her, to touch her, to know her.

I swear I'm not some type of perverted stalker.

I began to push myself through the crowd of drunk teenagers towards the girl.

But to my absolute horror, the girl started moving away.

No, she was running away.

Running? Did she have any idea who I was? No one ran away from Finn Crawford. No. One.

Theories were conjured up in my head to protect my ego and dignity as I sprinted after the girl.

But maybe she actually doesn't know who I am.

Maybe she's running away because she thought she was at the wrong party.

As I ran after her, I felt more convinced of my theory.

I didn't recognise her and I was positive that I would've noticed her before if she went to my school.

And she didn't look like all the other girls at school. She looked... Real.

She didn't have makeup or dyed hair or implants (at least not ones that were obvious).

While most girl's features were harsh and sexy, hers were delicate and doll-like.

And she wasn't hot like how I'd describe most of the other girls. Heck, I wouldn't even call her pretty.

She was beautiful. Genuinely and completely beautiful.