I walk closer to them, stumbling slightly. The boy grabs my hand, keeping me from hitting the girl. She looks up, startled by the sudden intrusion, and finally looks to the boy next to her. I’m forgotten as she thanks him, scooting closer when he starts a conversation.
A smile graces my lips for the first time in weeks, they won’t remember the girl who gave them a chance, nor will they know that the girl didn’t trip by accident.
I guess being invisible isn’t bad all the time…
Call me a hopeless romantic or whatever, but I love seeing people fall in love. There’s just something so special about seeing the start of something so… extraordinary.
The world is bleak and grey, but I try to bring a little sunshine to it when I can.
Suddenly, someone jogs in front of me and stops. I almost hit them, cursing under my breath as I go to move around them.
They grab my arm, alarm bells ring in my head as I look up and rip out of their grasp.
A pair of bright green eyes widen. Johnny Davis starts to apologize, but I can’t hear him with my music blasting. Yanking out my headphones, I catch the last bit of his ramble, “—didn’t mean to startle you.”
“What?” I ask shakily.
Holy fucking shit. Johnny Davis is speaking to me.
And he’s so god damn tall. He’s at least half a foot taller than me, if not more. “Sorry, I was just saying I didn’t mean to startle you.” An easy grin slides onto his face, making my palms sweat and my heart race.
The sound of blood rushing in my ears is so loud, I have to take a couple of breaths to calm myself.
Please don’t remember me, please don’t remember me.
“Sasha, right?” He asks, trying to fill the silence when I don’t say anything.
I just stare at him. Stare at the black hair that he drags his hands through, pushing it back the way Jurian used to. I stare at the green eyes that I’ve dreamt about for so long, stare at the way his lips move as he talks.
Stop being a creep.
It hits me then that he knows my name, which means he also probably remembers my very embarrassing show last night.
You’re still staring, idiot. Say something.
“Sasha, yes.”
Johnny chuckles, “I just wanted to check in on you and see if you’re doing alright.”
My walls fly up so fast, I can physically feel myself recoil from the question. “Yes,” I mutter, “I’m okay.”
You’re a dirty liar.
He eyes me, but doesn’t move to say anything else. We both stand there in awkward silence until I make the decision to walk away. I get two steps away from him when his hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist.
His eyes widen again, “I- I uh.”
Wow, is it possible that he might actually benervousright now?
I stare up at him, expectant and hopeful for what he’sabout to say, trying so hard to tamp down my stupid, illogical feelings.
Johnny clears his throat, “do you want to go get coffee today after class?”
Hold on.
What?
“What?” I ask, voicing my inner thoughts.
