A fiction story
We were all dispersed out of the class straight toward the nearest cafe. The usual place to hangout or discussing next week assignment while having our lunch. I can see him among people, many of them are my college friends.
His soft brown hair catching a gleaming sun reflection. Today he is wearing a soft style grey t-shirt on top of this busy orange and yellow stripes jogger pant. Gucci. How typical Jared. His black and white checkered vans sneaker strolling the tile lightly as if He walks on water.
Earlier we passed each other in the class. I offered him my notes which He refused politely with his soft spoken voice.
“Ah, that’s alright. No problem I have this book”
Duh, I know you have your book Jared. Didn’t you know that I just want to spend my time with you? Maybe doing our next week paper assignment together? Clueless? Or just a little clue about how little his interest to me? I sighs.
We’ve been in this class together for six months and not even once I can strike a conversation more than a couple sentences to him. The man that always distracted me. The only man that distracted me.
He looks actually a little small and short among the guys, but even his back still having that effect to me. How I hope He will turn his head and wait for me just to ask me to discuss this hard paper we suppose to submit next week.
But he stop short at the bar and climb to sit on one of the stool. Striking a conversation with the bartender. I walk past him hoping that I can catch his sweet smell but nothing. Just a fresh air and my disappointed heart.
The other eight of us walking toward a table. Max, a dark haired guy with tanned skin sit in front of me. We’ve been friends since freshmen. He looks at me as if looking for an explanation for something.
I look back at Max and smile. You can see my disappointment Max, but you don’t have to know what caused them. I try harder to make my poker face pretending to learn the menu while once in a while I stole a look at Jared at the bar. He’s having a drink. I don’t know what. But why should I know? Max smile to me. I try to concentrate on the menu trying harder to focus and let my mind off Jared.
I make my order. Max is talking to the waitress. Jared still sit on the bar this time looking down reading a book. Still alone, and still as gorgeous as he always been every time I look at him.
Max caught my eye. Now I think He knew. I pretend to fix my bag, It’s full of books. I remember the assignment when I can see my black moleskin notebook among the books. I look up at Max who just said something to Cynthia who sit next to him.
“Do next week paper assignment with me? My notes are exceptional!”
Max look at me with a restrained smile, “Hmm..” He tilt his head toward my right side while raising one of his eyebrow. I look up to my right and my heart almost stop when I can see Jared walking toward us.
“Hey..” I said meekly at him. He glide toward me and stop right beside our table resting his right side on the table partition.
“Wanna do the assignment at my place?” He said so very nonchalantly.
“I thought you have your … books”
I replied hesitantly realizing how stupid is my answer! I should just said yess, you idiot I cursed myself.
“Of course I do.. don’t be silly.” His voice is soft and he flick his right wrist while saying it. But then He look me with his piercing blue eyes. Straight to my soul. “I insist.” Each of his syllables pronounced perfectly and he doesn’t blink.
I feel like I’m loosing my words and just nod my head as if a spell just casted upon me.