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When a blast of cool air hit the back of my legs, I turned around to see a group of loud boys walking into the coffee shop. I instantly recognized a few of them from my classes. The Bennett Twins were part of the group. The boys kept the door opened, standing right at the entrance. Half of the group were wearing the required Berkshire uniform – pants, shirt, tie and blazer. The other half were in their gym clothes or football uniforms.
Jocks. Ugh.
Rich. Loud. Foul-mouthed. Annoying. A bit too wild. Everything I stayed away from, and everything I despised.
Whatever.
Ignorance was bliss. I turned back around and focused on my playlist instead, my foot tapping impatiently on the floor. The barista was taking forever, and I desperately needed my sugar. I could feel the group of boys coming closer to me, and I half-listened to them order their own drinks. In my peripheral, I could see them pushing each other around, bumping shoulders, and shaking with laughter. Their teasing rung louder than the music blasting in my ears.
“Here you go!” I lifted my head up when the voice called out in a singsong tone. Finally! My mouth watered as the young lady handed me the iced latte, and I almost drooled at the sight of extra whip cream. Heaven.
“Thank you.” I cleared my throat and sent her a grateful smile. God bless your soul, woman.
I swiveled around while simultaneously putting the straw into my mouth. But I never got the chance to take the first sip of my heavenly goodness. Nope. My happiness only lasted for two seconds flat.
Before I knew what was happening, a rock-hard wall bumped into me. I heard someone swear under his breath. It happened fast, too quickly for me to catch on until it was too late. The world spun and tilted on its axis. My eyes closed as I expected the impact of me hitting the floor, but my face didn’t kiss the ground. I stayed suspended in the air, my body bent backward.
Someone was holding onto my arm…really…really tightly. Two heartbeats later, I was back on my feet again. I finally opened my eyes, and a shaky breath expelled from my lungs.
The first thing I noticed was that his navy colored blazer was wet. My coffee… “Shit. Sorry. I am so sorry,” I muttered, absolutely horrified.
Then, I inwardly groaned. First – why was I apologizing? He bumped into me. His fault. Not mine. Second – My iced latte was gone.
My heart was still beating too fast and too hard after the little scare, and it felt like it would thump right out of my chest. Wait…
I looked down at myself and saw that my white shirt was soaked, and my pink bra was now quite visible to everyone. Oh, that was where my iced latte went. Amaaaazing.
Mood level: Extra grumpy with just a touch of bitchiness.
I let my eyes travel the length of the wall that bumped into me. Okay, not a wall then. He was definitely human. But a rock nonetheless. I had felt those hard muscles when he knocked me over. It was like a truck hitting me, and I swore he must have given me a concussion from that whiplash.
My gaze went up and up…and up. Jesus Christ, he was tall. I was basically a midget next to him at five foot two inches.
My eyes stayed longer on his stomach, and for a brief moment, I wondered if he had six-pack abs. His wide chest caught my attention next. He was tall and lean, but still muscular and a bit bigger for his age. I could instantly tell he played football – his strong arms and muscular shoulders told me so, and he had a gym/sports bag thrown over his right shoulder. His school blazer molded to his upper body perfectly. Deliciously.
Sweet Mother Mary… I was supposed to be angry, right?
When my gaze finally landed on his face, my eyes decided they’d been blessed. A classic gorgeous boy. Chiseled jawline that could give you a papercut if you touched it? Check. Piercing eyes? Check. Thick eyebrows? Check. Plump lips made for kissing? Check. Intense good looks? Double check. He was a fine specimen, and I wanted to put him under my microscope for a closer look.
His dirty blond hair was curly and the tight curls ended a good inch or two above his shoulders. It gave him a surfer look, a bit wild and outgoing.
Wait. Hold up.
I stumbled a step back and took a good look at his face. My lips parted, completely dumbstruck, and I choked on my saliva silently. Are you kidding me?
Out of everyone… out of 325 boys at Berkshire, I had to bump into HIM?
He eyed me up and down, his gaze scanning my body leisurely like I had done to him. My cheeks flamed, not because he was checking me out – no, because he had obviously caught me checking him out. Could this day get any worse?
