This story follows a 21yo cheerful college student Jennifer Scott.
But beneath her bubbly and cheerful persona lies countless insecurities, anxiety and low self esteem.
After her broken relationship with her cheating ex boyfriend Richard, Jennifer...
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Dark brown eyes, messy hair, a sharp jawline and full lips. Gorgeous, I thought to myself.
I broke out of my trance when I heard Kaitlyn say, " Okay guys, we probably don't know much about each other so how about an introduction?"
Introduction? Get me out of here someone. Well, guess I can't escape from this.
It was my turn to introduce myself. I took a long deep breath and said in a soft voice, " I am Jen... I mean Jennifer. I'm 21, much like the rest of you." After that tragically awkward introduction, I heard Kaitlyn thank me as she proceeded to nudge the guy with gorgeous eyes to introduce himself.
" I'm Zephyr," I heard a deep voice speak up.
That was a small introduction but wow he sounded so confident.
After everyone was done introducing themselves, Kaitlyn took charge and explained the entire plan to us.
" Okay, team, we'll work in groups of 2. Each group taking a sub-topic. I've already decided on the pairs. If you have any objection, please let me know," Kaitlyn's soft voice explained.
I wonder who I'm paired with. Kidding, you and I both know who I'll be paired with. This is a Wattpad story.
" Zephyr and Jennifer," I heard Kaitlyn say.
I totally didn't see that coming.
I'll anyway be working on this individually. I don't expect him to work with me and it'll be even better if he doesn't try to talk to me.
We dispersed after everything was discussed. I made my way towards the library to do the necessary research for the project.
" Hey partner, where are you going?" I heard a familiar deep voice call out.
" Library," I told the tall figure standing in front of me.
" We're supposed to be working together on this, so I'm coming with you," he said with a cheerful smile.
" Okay, you can tag along but let's just work individually, alright?" I said to him.
" Fine by me, miss," he said with a bright smile.
He had a gorgeous smile too. His dimples showcasing themselves proudly at the corner of his mouth. Get a grip on yourself, Jen
The walk to the library was awkward and silent. Neither of us spoke a word to each other and I hope it stays that way.
After 30 minutes of silently reading through books and research papers, I put my pen down and stretched.
" Do you talk about anything other than please pass me that book and please sit straight?" He asked me as he curiously looked at my phone wallpaper.
I didn't respond. How are you even supposed to answer that question? I couldn't be rude and say " I talk more than you can imagine, just not with you." So I decided to stay quiet.
He stared at my supernatural-themed phone wallpaper. After a long pause, he asked, " You're a fan of supernatural too?"
"Too?"
I let out a soft squeal and responded, " Oh my god! Are you too? That's amazing. Have you seen the recent episode? The writers are surely cruel for leaving us on that cliffhanger, aren't they?"
I unleashed my inner fangirl and didn't even realise that it's been over ten minutes since I had started talking about my favourite TV show. After all, it was not every day that you met a fellow supernatural fan.
" And oh! The last scene where...," before I could complete my statement, I heard the words, " So you do talk after all. Fifteen minutes straight. Not bad Miss."
As soon as I heard him say that, I swallowed my words and turned tomato red as I realised what just happened.
Damn you, supernatural.
" And you've gone quiet again. Please don't get me wrong. I just wanted us to talk so that we could get to know each other. After all, we're working in a group."
" Okay how about this, you and I could watch some supernatural together and work on the research too after college ends. How does that sound?" He asked with a big smile on his face.
Watching supernatural together and discussing fan theories. That just sounds like a dream come true. But wait, I don't even know this guy. We met an hour ago. What if he's some sort of a serial killer?
Seeing me lost in deep thought, he said, "Chill out, I'm not going to kill you. I mean look at me, I'm harmless."
He cupped his cheeks with both his hands and pouted.
How could I say no to that face? But wait, how'd he read my thoughts?
Seeing him with that cheerful smile and puppy dog eyes I let out a soft "okay"
I couldn't believe that I had agreed to go to someone's house just because they were a fan of Supernatural. I'd be careful. He seemed harmless, I tried to convince myself.
" Okay, but where do you live?" I asked him.
" Walton Street," he answered.
" No way, you're a five minute walk from my house. We stay so close and yet I've never seen you around," I said with a surprised expression.
That's because you never get out of your room, Jen, I heard the voice in my head speak.
" See you after college, Jennifer," he said with a smile and left after writing down his number in my notebook.
