Storm [H.S.]

chapter 6

I walk into a small square office with a desk on the opposite wall facing us and a big black chair behind it. There's file cabinets along the wall to my right and a big decorative lamp on the left.

I stand to the side as Harry shuts the door behind him and walks around to the other side of the desk. Now standing in front of his chair facing me, we both remain silent.

"You can sit." He motions his head toward the two chairs in front of the desk.

I slowly take a seat in the one on the left and watch as he pulls his hoodie off, his shirt sticking to it and exposing his stomach for a second. That might have been the best second of my life. His t-shirt is red and it looks so great on him.

He sits down in the big chair across from me. This is the first time we've been alone since the alley outside of Sam's. I have no idea what he's gonna say to me and I grab the arms of the chair nervously.

Man is it hot in here? What bulb wattage is in that fancy ass lamp? I look around avoiding his gaze.

"I didn't know you were on the volleyball team." Harry initiates our conversation.

I look at him. "Yeah." I breathe. "And I didn't know you coached the volleyball team...well not until yesterday...in the dining hall."

He moves his arms onto the desk and I can't stop myself from looking at his tattoos. The black ink looks incredible on his tan skin. I look up at his eyes and he's smiling. Oh god he probably thinks I was checking him out...well I guess I was.

"Is that why you were in such a hurry to leave when I came up to you?"

I breathe out a laugh. "Yeah sorry about that. I just got nervous because there were a lot of people there and I knew you didn't know..." I trail off.

"Don't worry about it." He smiles again.

Oh my god can he put those dimples away? I'm about to stick my finger in one. I look away so I'm not tempted.

"So then what's your excuse for running away from me at the bar?" He asks with curiosity.

We lock eyes again.

"Oh uh...I...I don't really do bar.." I trail off thinking of the word. "..encounters." I finish. "I had no idea who you were."

"I figured that when I found out you're a freshman from out of state. It was refreshing talking to somebody who didn't know who I was." He confesses.

"I bet." I smile. "You've got quite the reputation around here."

"So you have heard of me."

"One thing Ive noticed after being here 4 days.." I tell him. "..People love to talk about the storm."

He doesn't have any reaction to his nickname. In fact he ignores my comment and continues.

"I promised Stevens I would be professional with all of you. This is the best thing I've got going since football...I don't want to screw it up." His eyes move down to my lips. "No matter how tempting screwing it up is."

I swallow. Oh my god he's good. He can just give a look and the panties come off I bet. I don't know why he's affecting me so much when I literally turned him down twice. I still feel like he has this control over me.

"Volleyball is important to me." I agree. "If I loose my scholarship-"

"I get it." He softly interrupts.

We continue our intense eye contact for what seems like forever but also not long enough. I swear I could sit in this office and stare at him all day long.