Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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Samantha
"So, you?" I blush, trying to ease the tension in the air. Though I see Russell as an attractive young man, I can't help feel awkward in front of him standing in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth slowly with my hands in front of me.
He turns after placing my books on the coffee table and turns to face me. "Umm, yes! Me." He says as he pushes his glasses back on his face and rubs his hands together softly. We smile awkwardly in silence, yet we both seem to be unable to undo our stare from each other.
The room has gotten cold, making shiver as I feel the cold breeze coming from the opened window hit my body. Russell chuckles and comes close rubbing my arms with his hands. "Sorry, the heater isn't working. I gotta take a look at it. Let me close the window for you. Why don't you take a seat while I make a cup of coffee. You do like cooffee right?" He walks towards the kitchen and grips the coffee pot, pouring water inside and placing a coffee filter full of ground coffee beans inside the machine.
"I do actually. But let me help," I walk towards the fridge grabbing the creamer I had seen inside earlier. We both bump into each other as I close the refrigerator door and turn quickly. He grips my waist as I bump into him and make him stumble back. We both stare eminently at each other as his gaze penetrates me, making me blush.
"Sorry, I guess I should really look where I'm going right? I keep bumping into you." I say, chuckling lightly and can't help stare at his lips as his mouth forms into a side smirk.
"It's ok. I should of been watching my foot steps as well." He slowly brings his hands down and clears his throat, turning towards the mugs. The machine beeps alerting us that the coffee is ready and he slowly pours the coffee inside the mugs while I slowly stir in the creamer.
I hand him his mug, he sips it slowly. "Wow! This is still really hot." He smiles, making me chuckle. He's trying really hard not to laugh at the burning feel going down his throat. I chuckle, making him look my way with a smile.
"What?" He says as he licks the side of his mouth. I point at him gesturing to his coffee and creamer mustache "You have a little-"
"I, what?"
"Here, let me." I step forward, gripping a napkin and cleaning his upper lip slowly. His mouth forms into a smile over my gesture making me blush uncontrollably. "Don't do that!" I smile, and turn sitting down on a barstool.
He tilts his head to the side and chuckles. "Do what exactly?" , "That! Your killer smile. Don't smile at me like that. You make me nervous."
"What? I just. . . I smiled because I appreciated you cleaning my mouth. Thank you. It would have been embarrassing for me to leave and walk around campus with a coffee creame mustache. So. . . Thank you." He nods and closes his eyes.
