Love Story #8865

Chapter One: Surprise! (Maj)

Today is going to be like every other day. I can feel it. Not a positive way to start the millionth day of high school filled to the brim with people I hate and middle school bullies. I am looking forward to one thing though. The day my best friend gets back from college. I miss Hiko. I haven't seen him since he went away to England to attend Oxford. I know, I was surprised too, of course, he's a genius but I was not expecting that. Hiko was the person who saved me from both myself and others. But enough about that break is tomorrow and he's flying back the next day. I'm so excited I could cry.
I start to get ready and I notice texts from Maisa. I haven't heard from her in a while. I miss her though, I thought.
"Hey loser, u on break yet?" reads the text.
I say back, "You got a full ride into college and you still can't use proper grammar when you text? How disappointing".
She responds "saves on time, nd its ez".
Now she's just toying with me, she knows how much I hate improper grammar.
"Whatever. Yeah, I'm on break tomorrow. Why?" I say back.
"Hmmm... no reason".
No reason? She certainly would not ask me a random question if she weren't plotting.
"Hey, evil genius with bad grammar. What are you plotting? Is it end of world or gift type thing? I need to know if I will have to stand as your lawyer", I tease.
"A lil of both some1's world will end".
What the fuck. What is that supposed to mean? "Okay crazy. I have class in 30 minutes and I can't find my uniform tie", I complain.
"Did u check in the front pocket of ur backpack?" she asks.
Front pocket of my backpack? Why would it be in- oh shit. It is there. Right where she said it would be. "Hey. Maisa."
"Yeah, Maj?"
"Have you been stalking me?"
"Maj wtf kinda question is that? Have I been stalking u? Not that I know of? Y?"
"My tie is exactly where you said it would be..." "BAHAHA I kno u too well! Get psychiced!" "Whatever Maisa. Stop doing that though, it scares me."
"Ok wimp. N e waysssss I love you see ya later".
She is so weird but she's like an older sister to me.
I finally manage to leave the house with my outfit in order and my books packed, ready for my first period of hell. Rhea, the younger sister to Hiko, jumps on my back to greet me for the day. She's always so energetic, it gets tiring sometimes. I am not afraid to say that she talks about boys too often. I mean she is failing chemistry, but she prefers to talk about a new boy each week over studying for the unit test. She may be a little bit disappointing but she sure is fun.
~~During Lunch~~
I'm leaving my next class and all of a sudden..
BAM
I had collided with a person hitting my nose smack dab on their chest and causing me to stumble.
"FUCK", a rather gentle but deep voice cursed.
I look up to see a moderately tall blonde boy with the prettiest blue eyes. He looks like a personification of Hitler's exact type. And his name is Johan, what a good little German boy he is. When his eyes finally meet mine he starts panicking. What is going on with Mr. Perfect? Why does he look like he's gonna cry?
"Um.. uh... M-Maj? Your n-nose is bleeding.. ", responded the boy.
Also, why is his face beet red....?
I put my hand up to my nose and feel the warm liquid that has been aggressively spewing out of my nose.
"FUCK! JOHAN! IT'S NOT JUST BLEEDING, IT'S LIKE A WATERFALL!" I yelled at him.
Why is he avoiding my gaze...? Is he shaking..? Has he caught a cold..?
"Maj- wait. You know my name?" He inquired.
"Johan... we've been in the same classes for three years... I don't know what you were expecting, but yes I know your name", I said flatly.
"Ah! Yeah, how silly of me... Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
He looked at me wanting.. something.
"That would be best. I don't have any idea how much blood I have lost but I do not want to pass out on my way there"
"Haah.. yeah,,"
What is up with him? Why is this "sculpted hunk of man", Rhea's words, shy and twitchy in front of me? He's making me feel panicky.
He asks if he can touch me and takes me by the arm "just in case", but the second our skin made contact he became so red that his body temperature rose at least three degrees. Even the backs of his hands were pink. Is he not physically healthy? Maybe I should be the one walking him.
He is so caught up in his own head that we almost walk past the nurse's office.
"Hey."
"Hnm?" He hums
"The nurse, we're here. You almost passed it."
"Ah! Haha... I'm sorry, I was distracted with something...", he winced.
"Yeah, I can tell" I stated bluntly.
"You, what-? "
"Nothing, you are just painstakingly obvious that there is something on your mind. It's like reading a children's book."
His eyes widened.
"Y-you can tell what I'm th-thinking?" He practically shivers as he says it.
"Not exactly but I have a hunch that it has been causing you tons of stress."
"Well yeah.."
I study him for a bit with a skeptical look forming on my face. Weird. He looks at me anxiously.
"What? D-did I do something wrong?"
"No. It's nothing. Nevermind."
We walk into the office and the nurse is nowhere to be found. Fan-
"Tastic"
He looked at me quizzically, and only then had I realized I spoke.
"She isn't here Johan and I have no idea on how to stop a nosebleed."
"Pffft you are the top student and you don't know how to stop a nosebleed?"
"I'm interested in becoming a lawyer, not a doctor. Contrary to popular belief, it seems" I scoffed.
"That's not what I- nevermind."
I raised my eyebrow at him to indicate my confusion and he laughed, a slight blush resting on the top of his cheekbones. That was weird, did I do something wrong? He's so confusing.
"What? Is there something on my face? Something other than blood?"
"No... it's nothing" he said scratching the back of his head.
"Let's get you cleaned up"
He motioned to a chair that was conveniently placed directly facing another chair. He walked around getting some rubbing alcohol, gauze, q-tips, and baby wipes. That's all a little unnecessary. Baby wipes are more than enough to clean my nose with. He set everything in the desk next to them and grabbed the front of the seat from in between his legs, scooting closer to me. When he did this I could see the definition in his arms, he wasn't grotesquely muscular, he was lean but if he flexed who knows how he would look. Did I just think about Johan flexing? Ew...
"Um, Maj? Why are you staring at my arm?"
He looked away again, averted his eyes, and covered his arm. His arms are nice, very toned, and attractive.
"They are nice to look at, very attractive."
With that he almost exploded, it seemed as if whatever was bothering him was multiplied by 10 and he turned a rather nice shade of scarlet. I feared for his life.
Grazing his arm with my hand I asked "Are you okay? You look like you are about to pass out. You want me to take your temperature?"
"NO! NO! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO!"
Perplexed I asked, "What did I do to make you so angry?"
What the hell just came out of my mouth? You don't care Maj. What was with that shy self-hug? Don't do that.
"I'm not angry, I'm just- not used to that.."
"To what exactly?"
"Being flirted with..."
"I- you thought I was flirting with you?"
"Were you not?"
"Not that I know of..?"
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Nothing"
"If you say so..."
He had to scoot closer to reach me, causing his arms to do that thing again. When our faces were finally about 7 inches away, because he is that much taller than me, he looked down after taking a long breath and looked me in the eyes. He gingerly used his fingers to press parts of my nose checking for a break. Once happily learning that there was no break, he takes the baby wipes and does his best to clean the blood off with baby wipes. I stand up thinking we are done, but he grabs my wrist sternly and pulls me down into the chair. Coming closer, he puts alcohol on a cotton swab and takes my chin in his hand to guide my head so he can clean my nostrils. At least I won't have to smell blood all day. I had avoided eye contact as to not scare him again, but when he grabbed my chin I had to look up into his eyes. When we met eyes something else happened. He started speaking.
(Sigh) "Damnit"
Haha, what?
"Look, Maj. I know you have been seeing my reactions to everything you do. But I can't help that because I am so helplessly crushing on you, that meeting your eyes is hard without wanting to pass out"
"Um... WHAT?!"
"Surprise!" He says weakly with jazz hands.
He pauses before speaking again.
"Maj, I'm sorry, I never meant to tell you but you are really observant and you were just gonna see me get even odder than I already am and I can't have you seeing that because what if you never wanna talk to me again because of the weird stuff I did-"
I slap my hand over his mouth and get so close that I am almost on top of him, which is obviously driving him crazy.
"Stop talking. I don't care if you think I wanna talk to you again. I wanna know right now if this is a prank."
"No..? No prank here? Just me hopelessly confessing my feelings only to be ignored."
"I'm not ignoring you, I just have priorities. Also, why me?"
"I don't know either, but it's you. To be honest, I can't remember when I started liking you."
"Crazy."
"Yeah..."
We walk out of the office and I stop to lean my back against the wall, feeling lightheaded.
"Today has been quite interesting thanks to you Johan."
"Haa, it's not like I meant for any of this to happen"
"Let's just thank your terrible luck"
"Very funny..."
"Is that not why you like me? Because of my humor?" I say looking innocently up at him, causing him to break eye contact and cover the top half of his face.
He takes a deep breath in and looks at me like he is going to do something. He won't hurt me, right? He's strong but he's not a meathead. He knows better ri- AH!
I closed my eyes for a second but what happened??? He charged at me, I need to peek.
I open my eyes, only to see his arms, they are so hot, no they aren't, at a perpendicular eye level. I look up and he's towering over me, arms keeping me pinned to this wall. Did he just kabedon me? This isn't a romance novel, Johan. My playful attitude drops when I see his face, he looks angry but there's something else. He's hungry.
He slowly brings his face closer to mine until we are about two inches apart and I can feel his warm breath on my lips. His starving eyes are flicking between my eyes and my lips, please don't fucking kiss me, Johan. He instead says something, but he said it in a whisper and it took me a while to figure out that what he said was-
(Continued in chapter 2)