The meeting

Stepping onto the pavement. I grimace nervously at the thought of school. My first day as a junior. I didn't feel much about it. 

"Love you mom" I say as a farewell.

She looks at me with worry written in her face from the drivers seat. "Bye sweets i'll pick you up early okay. You'll do good in school". I nod closing the car door walking into the cafe shop as I hear my moms car drive away. 

Since my mom works so early she dropped me off here to wait a half an hour before school starts which is a block away. I mean at least she gave me ten bucks to spend. The shop looked brown warm and cozy. Little tables besides the windows. Been bag chairs hanging around some places, and a bar seated with a couple of people. 

Walking with my hand clutched to my bag I sit on one of the stools awkwardly setting my bag down on the table. I could smell the aroma of coffee. Lots of it. If only I liked coffee maybe this could work out. Well I wasn't hungry and wasn't asking for a few pounds so I take out my laptop sitting it down opening it and powering it on as I watch the dell screen pop on. I sigh in joy. I feel relaxed and less insecure than usual. I decided to wear a long grey skirt hugging my curves and going down gracefully with my Black blouse tucked in and some cute sandals. Lets just say I don't regret it at all. I would have put on contacts but I like my glasses. I feel like nothing without them. I also had my mom put my dreadlocks in a bun just for the first day.

Typing into the computer I pull up a saved document bringing up my uncompleted story. I reread it and typed away as I get lost into my own words for a while. A man sits down next to me. He had a very musky scent to him. Maybe a cologne or soap? Distracted I side glanced him for a second. He had long curly hair and I could tell a very defined jaw. He looked very handsome. I blush putting my fingers to my mouth feeling embarrassed at my thoughts. "can I just get something dark" he mumbled. His voice was deep and sounded very tired. The bartender nodded, walking off to get his order.

I shifted uncomfortably saving and setting my laptop back into my bag, I could somehow feel his eyes on me. I didn't know how to feel about it. He had a powerful character that made me uncomfortable. An air of authority about him "Did I bother you?" He said catching my eyes. before I could answer thankfully The bartender sets his cup in front of him, "here you go sir, that'll be $2.35". He grabs a couples bills out of his pocket handing it to the bartender. He gives him some change back and goes back to his business. The man looks back at me holding his cup to his lips taking a sip then setting it back down. Realizing he was waiting for an answer. I feel my heart beating hard and fast. I always get nervous when someone tries to talk to me but he made it worse.

I shrug trying to act calm. " uh no I was just getting ready to put it down. You're fine" I croaked.  I felt shy and awkward but thanked myself silently that I answered like a human being at the very least. He nods gazing at me intensely "going somewhere?". "Yeah in a couple of minutes or so" I said nodding profusely. Ugh Blaire what's wrong with you I thought. setting my bag on my lap I watch as he takes another sip of his cup. His arms set on the table. His eyes were so pretty. Like a stormy grey. He's wearing a brown coat that matched his pants with a black tie and white shirt underneath. His skin is so pale compared to my brown skin. I like it.

"Mesmerized?" He says chuckling, taking another sip of his coffee. I look away embarrassed. Great now he thinks I'm a creep. "no I was just thinking."

He chuckled again with a cocky smile plastered on his face looking at me with a raised eyebrow. 

"in my direction?".

Is this guy serious I thought. "yes."

"okay, lets pretend you were."

I shake my head in disbelief nervously laughing. "really?". 

"really" he says winking. 

wow I mouthed I step off the stool straightening out my skirt planning to leave. 

"Hey" He says.

 I turn to him waiting for him to say something. 

"would you like something sir" I say with sarcasm. Giving myself an imaginary pat in the back.

He steps off the stool walking towards me with the cup in his hand. Making my heart race even more. "I didn't mean to come across that way" he says with an apologetic face. "I was just messing with you". Standing he puts his hand in his pants pocket.

We look at each other for a second as if we were reading each other. I blink out of his eyes looking away at the ground "that's fine you're forgiven, but I have to go anyway" I say regretfully. I yearned to know more about him. Understand him because I could tell there was something special about him. Hopefully he will come tomorrow.

He takes a look at his wrist watch putting his hands through his hair. "aah same I'll probably be late". 

Walking towards the door together he opens the door letting me pass then walks behind me throwing the cup into the trash before letting the door close. 

The scene changed from a warm coffee shop to cold and crispy setting with the sun struggling to overpower the temperature. Cars racing by us as were standing on the sidewalk. We look at each other waiting for someone to say something. I could feel goosebumps creeping all over my body.

"Will i see you again?" He said his hands in his pocket. Clutching my bag nervously I could feel myself want to say no but before I could think I answered. "will you be at the coffee shop tomorrow?". 

"where else will i get my coffee?" He smirks. 

"you know you can always ask for my number" I pressed. 

"can I get you're number?". 

"no". 

"you just asked me to ask" he says confused. 

"messing with you' I mock smiling with mischief. 

He shakes his head chucking. "walk with me?" He motions his hand as we walk towards my school. Did I tell him I went there? I thought to myself trying to remember with my horrible memory. Stumbling on my feet I feel his strong hand hold my arm to keep me from falling. He chuckles. "clumsy much". Letting go of me I walk swiftly again embarrassed. I can already tell it's showing all over my face. "sorry."

He stops walking and looks at my with a face that says really? "what" I say nervously laughing again.

"You're apologizing for falling?."  

I shrug "Didn't know it was illegal."

He shakes his head continuing to walk again.

"so whats you're number really?". 

I shrug "I don't have a phone". 

"Why not?". 

"To distracting". 

"Even then you can have one just in case of an emergency". 

"I can take care of myself". 

He stares at me with doubt "you just were about to hit face floor with concrete". 

I shrug "accidents happen". 

"which is why you would need to call someone". 

"oh my gosh let it go!" I laugh. This guy presses so much.

He shakes his head "strange girl". 

"who said you were perfect". 

"everyone" he smirks. 

I roll my eyes not even going to argue with that. 

"are you going to tell me your name before I leave?". 

"Blaire". 

"cute name, i'm Evan" he says his stormy eyes glimmering with mystery. "Ill see you tomorrow right?"

"Yeah" I smile at him. 

He gives me a lopsided grin "Bye Blaire, I'll let you go. Don't miss me too much". 

I nodded letting him walk alone. Turning the corner past my school. I stand there looking at my phone checking the time. "s**t" I muttered. I'm late. I walk quickly into the school hoping I won't get in trouble.

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The bell rang, I sighed in relief as I place my journal in my bag. I was sitting in the corner of the class in history.  Being the last one out I glance at my schedule. English is my next route and last. I couldn't help but feel excited. It was my favorite subject after all. walking down the hall I look over each door trying to find the room number that matched with my schedule. Coming across the door I see the teacher holding the door checking each students schedule. 

"wait a minute" I muttered to myself. He looked familiar I thought. Looking at the same stormy eyes, curly hair, and clothes the realization hits me. I feel my stomach drop and my heart racing again. Slowly turning away I pretend that I was walking to the wrong class. My face with horror and my emotions feeling mixed. "what did I do" I said to myself. The one person I finally can talk to like a human being is my teacher. How awkward can that be I thought to myself. I need to call my mom to pick me up. I'm not ready to face that.

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