She narrows her gaze at me. “Give me five minutes and I can walk you down to class myself.”
Goddamn it.
Mary turns, talking to her colleague, who’s tucked away at the desk in the back, her nails clicking furiously against her keyboard. I realize this might be my one and only opportunity to slip out of here.
Turning to open the door, it swings open abruptly, nearly smacking me in the face. My heart slams on the brakes as soon as I see her face. It feels as if time has slowed down, everything around me moving in slow motion. Like that crazy scene from ‘The Matrix’, where Neo is dodging bullets in slow motion.
She has to be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
“Oh good, Zoe! Can you do me a favor, sweetie?”
I’m trying to figure out why my heart is beating a thousand miles a minute. I was fine a minute ago. This has never happened to me before, what even is this feeling? I’ve seen plenty of girls before.
But it’s never been like this.
I watch Zoe smile and nod at Mary. They’re talking, but I can’t hear anything. All I’m focused on is her eyes, her lips and the way she smiles. Zoe reaches up, tucking her hair behind her ear, and I feel the movement all over my body as tingles rush down my legs.
Zoe.
Her name is just as beautiful as her.
I can’t believe I’m blatantly gaping at this random girl who just walked into the office. What is wrong with me? Am I even blinking? She’s looking at me, likely thinking I’ve had a strokeor that I’m insane. And all I can seem to think about is what it would feel like to wrap my arms around her. To taste her lips.
I bet she smells nice.
Green eyes so round and vivid, they are instantly unforgettable. Her hair is an amazing golden color, as if the sun touched it itself. And she’s got the softest looking lips, so pink and luscious…they’re perfect. They remind me of comfortable hotel pillows you can sink into.
Everything about her is perfect.
Is this what love feels like because god fucking damn it, I’m a goner.
As her eyes sparkle, she brightens up with a smile, revealing the cutest dimple on her right cheek that holds me captive. Just like the rest of her.
She says hi, I’m pretty sure I mumble a response. Maybe it was a grunt.
She laughs, the sound setting my heart on fire. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Dominik, are you okay, son?” Mary is talking to me.
“Yes, ma’am!” I exclaim, my voice coming out a little choppy.
Mary glares at me, probably wondering if I’m having a brain aneurysm or some shit. I don’t know, Mary, maybe I am because I don’t even know what’s happening to me right now.
“Zoe is going to show you to Mr. Castor’s class.”
“Okay.” I breathe out, turning back towards the beautiful girl I can’t seem to stop obsessing over.
“Have a great first day at Winchester High!”
Zoe steps out into the hall, and I follow her. My hands are so clammy, I wipe them against my jeans a thousand times before deciding to give up. I have never been this nervous around a girl before.
“So, Dominik…where are you from?” Zoe asks.
The sound of our footsteps padding softly against the linoleum floor follows behind us.
“Saint Paul. Minnesota.”
You need serious help.
