I sat on the warm chair staring at him closer than I never had before. His beautiful blue grey eyes stared straight back at me, and his beautiful smile we showing through those beautiful eyes. How could someone be so perfect?
Vincent Collins, the most beautiful guy to me in the entire world
yes even hotter than Chris Hermworth
since I was in the 4th grade, was staring straight back at me with a smile on his face. Vincent Collins actually asked me out after school. He actually talked to me, directly. He grabbed my arm before I could could get into my car and asked me out on a date, to "sit and talk".
"Hi, umm Melisa right?", he said abd I could feel my breath trapped at the surprise that he knew my name, he knew my name and was holding my arm. "Yh", I said almost totally stuttering. A smile rising to his face as he replied, he let go of my arm and still smiling, making me miss his foreign touch immediately. "Can you maybe grab a coffee with me?", he asked, almost sounding like he was nervous. "Sure", I said sounding way too desperate but not really caring.
"Ok umm, Blueberry cafe? Now?", He asked making me want to pinch myself to wake up from my dream.
Vincent Collins wants to go on a date with me, to drink coffee, now? With me? My heart raced in excitement, making me too dumb to talk.
"I just want us to sit and talk", he said bringing me back to reality. No fucking way.
"Melisa", he said making me snap back to reality, which still seemed like a dream. "Vincent", I said, the name making me smile immediately as I looked him in the eye, his eyes seemed so calm and honest so genuine.
He chuckled lowly at the call of his name, his smile still appearing in his eyes.
"I heard you're quite an academic wizard", he said and I could swear the Vincent I knew could never put such a smart sentence together, but I guess maybe a jock is only a jock with jocks and cheerleaders. "Umm, I suppose", I answered, although it was more of a question than an answer.
"Okay, I want to ask for your help, to tutor me", he said and I knew I should have guessed that this would be the case, though what else was I actually expected? Oh Gey Melissa, I like you, I always have, since the 4th grade, I've just been so scared to tell you, blah blah? Come on who am I kidding?
"What's the favour?", I asked with a fake smile plastered on my face like a good temporary tattoo, which I almost always give, when only being used for my brains. "Well I could use some of your help, maybe you could be my tutor", he asked with a pleasing tone to his voice.
Of course I've always wanted to be around Vincent Collins, why not? But do I like the fact that he just wants me to help me with school work and probably doesn't even have feelings for me, even just a little bit? But am I going to help? Of course, I am.
"Yeah, totally", I said my fake smile still drawn on my face. His smile only kept on going wider and wider. Never knew Vincent of all people would be so excited about hitting the books with me.
"Well I was thinking maybe we could start today, so it'll be Tuesdays Thursdays and Saturdays, what do you think?", he asked and I wish they could be something between the lines to read.
"Yeah sounds ohk", I said with a hint of disappointment in my voice. I looked down and finally paid attention to the coffee in front of me, I took a long sip from it, emptying the glass.
"So you ready?", he said already beating me to it and placing a 5 dollar bill on the table, making me look up at the gorgeous being in front of me.
"Ready for?", I stuttered, trying to get out of my daze. Looking up at his smile that teased me a little. "Thought you were the genius", he said his hand held out for me to hold.
I blinked several times trying to wake up once again, but here I was, after having coffee with Vincent fucking Collins and he's offering me a hand and I think he wants me to go to his house with him, to tutor him? I swallowed hard at the thought.
"Come on", he said and before you know it I was walking beside him, his hands locked with mine.
Nobody pinch me, I want this to last a while.
We took a short walk to his house. The ever famous Collins home, not like I've ever been because, well I'm Melissa Meyers, social gatherings are not my thing.
The house was as I expected, modern abd beautiful, spacious on the inside, it kinda looked like it were decorated by a well known interior designer that follows the latest trends.
"Welcome", Vincent said as I heard him close the door behind me. "You have a beautiful home", I said still not paying attention to him and trying to look around the master piece of a house as much as possible.
"Thank you, umm, mind us going upstairs?", he asked already going towards the stairs.
"Sure", I said trailing behind him and still admiring the house. Though I couldn't deny the big hole in stomach right now. Infact it had been there since we were at the cafe, i was with Vincent Collins and I'm actually walking up to his room?
He opened up the room and it looked pretty comfortable and totally in order. Not that I expected Vincent to be a total big but hey, I never expected it to be this orderly, I mean not to mention there wasn't even one trophy of all his sport achievements. But who knows with how orderly the house maybe there's kind of special room for all his trophies.
"Nice room", I blurted out genuinely, still surprised that this could be a jock's room. I mean books on shelves, books on shelves? I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover.
"Yh thank you, umm have a seat", he said as if almost jittering, Vincent jittering? He pulled out a chair for me. I sat down smiling like a fucking lunatic, probably because I couldn't stop smiling at everything that had happened today. And oh, is still happening!
He grabbed another chair then sat next to me. "So, what subjects do you need to be tortured on", I said trying to go back on the task. "Yeah umm, Chemistry, Math and history, those are the subjects I'm failing, couch says I can't play if I keep failing.
I nodded in agreement, my heart kind of aching at the idea that I was just here to study with him. I shook the thoughts out of my head and smiled back at him.
"That won't be a problem, I'm a straight A student and History is my strong point", I said as if reciting a planned presentation. "Yeah, you're great for the job", he said with that perfect smile again.
He reached his hand behind me and I could swear all the hairs on my skin just stood erect. His skin just lightly brushed mine. I swallowed hard. I've been crushing on this guy for years and this was the first time we've been this close.
He paused as he looked at me and caught me staring in all at him. He stared deep into my eyes with his beautiful blue grey eyes that seemed so kind. I could swear I just stopped breathing, yes I just stopped breathing. "You're really beautiful", he said and I blinked a several times still trying to wake up from my dream, though if it were a dream I didn't want to wake up but I wouldn't want this to be a dream either.
Yes definitely, I wasn't breathing.
He moved a few inches closer as if taking in every little detail of my face, every mistake too. "You're really really beautiful", he said like the more he looked at me the more beautiful i became in his eyes.
Yes I'm really not breathing.
He pulled in closer again and this time I could feel his breath on my face. I hesitated to move a bit closer but some strange already got me a few more inches from him, it would take just a very little movement for us to be touching.
Yes I'm still not breathing.
"You've got something", he said and I couldn't even care anymore what he was saying. "You've got a bugger", he said sticking out his finger to point at it. I pulled back immediately.
You've got to be actually kidding me.
