‘Always’ he said to me, then we both started walking to the cafeteria. I was excited for so many reasons right now! First, today was Thursday, and this meant the best tacos in the history of cafeteria food! Second, there was this uber hot, fine, nice, polite, tall, gorgeous, fine guy walking with me, WITH ME, to get lunch… could this be considered a date!!?!?
My excitement must have shone, because during the walk Freddie kept looking at me and smiling. Whenever we made eye contact, I saw the twinkling of a question there; he was wondering something about me.
“What?” I finally asked, convinced that my cheeks were the color of apples.
“What, what?” He teased.
I laughed. “Why do you keep looking at me? Oh, Gosh is there something on my face?” I inwardly slapped myself for being so stupid, and lifted my hand to clear anything off…
“No!” Freddie said quickly, catching my hand in mid-air. I stopped walking, and so did he.
Like a fire, his skin was burning my hand. The heat seemed to intensify as he clung to it, letting the feeling travel up my neck and into my face. I must have been the color of scarlet, right now. Curse my blushing problems! I looked at his hand, still attached to mine and then to his face. He was looking at his hand too, as if something was happening to him. He then shot his eyes to mine, and smiled.
“No, you’re face is fine. It’s perfect.”
Oh my Lord. I ripped my hand away from his, and made myself look like I hated it. Crap. My eyes shifted nervously to the ground, and I started to walk again. He followed, and for a moment there was silence. I decided the best I could do was to pick up where we left off, so I did.
“So, if my face is…fine,” I stumbled over that word, “Then, why do you keep…?”
I couldn’t finish my sentence! I felt like such a retard! Why couldn’t I just collect my thoughts around him like I did with every other guy?
Surprisingly Freddie laughed, and I found myself breathing again. I still couldn’t believe he was still around.
“Because. You look so confused and excited at the same time. I guess I’m just wondering why. How did you know I was wondering anything?” He asked, subtly.
How did he know I was confused and excited? Well, okay, maybe it was obvious but still! He seemed to know everything about me, by just looking into my eyes!
Note to self: Avoid eye contact with wonder man.
“Well, I admit I am confused…”
“Yes!” He interrupted, bringing his elbow in toward his stomach. “Score!”
I laughed, then added “But I really can’t understand at ALL what you mean by my being excited…”
Freddie laughed aloud, obviously not believing my attempt.
“What?” I asked his laughing becoming contagious. “Why would I be excited?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” We reached the cafeteria and he stepped forward to open the door for me. He paused before he opened it and got a mischievous look in his eyes. “I highly doubt that.”
I grinned and pushed past him. How he knew those kinds of things about me, I didn’t know. But there was one thing that I did know, I liked it.
Yes, I know this is a tad bit short, and I'm sorry, but I'll update soon! =D Thanks SO much for reading!