Eye Contact
Ashley
“Stupid science and your stupid problems that don’t make sense.” Ashley scribbled out her previous answer and started again to find the Molarity of toothpaste. She felt her friend sit down next to her at the lunch table. “Hannah can you help me with problem –” That was not Hannah.
She sat in stunned silence staring at the man that was sitting in Hannah’s spot. His bright green eyes drew her in sending tingles down her spine. His wavy brown hair looked so soft and beautiful, and she wanted to run her fingers through it to see if it felt as nice as it looked. And his face… Hot was the only word that was coming to mind at the moment.
I’m staring.
“Sorry,” Ashley said quickly. “I thought you were my friend.”
He seemed to snap out of a trance too. “No, I’m sorry. I actually thought you were my girlfriend. From behind you look at lot like her.”
Her heart fell. Girlfriend. That sucked. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I get it all the time.”
“Do you really?”
“Yeah.” She wasn’t lying either. With her normal length brown hair and her normal body build and her normal everything, people tended to think she was their girlfriend all the time. “Once this guy came up from behind and tried to kiss my neck, like some vampire heathen.” His eyes went directly to her neck and she felt warmth rush her face. Not he cheeks, her face. “When I turned around the dude almost fainted because I was so not his girlfriend.”
His eyes snapped back to Ashley’s. His perfect green eyes. Why can’t I have green eyes? “That would have been awkward. Glad I didn’t do anything that embarrassing.”
“Me too. It’s kinda awkward.”
They sat for a few seconds in an uncomfortable silence. Kind of looking at each other, but not at the same time. These moments were always the best, and she was always stuck in them. Do I have some sort of curse on me that made me destined to live a life of awkward?
“My name is Tristin, by the way.” He suddenly broke the silent air.
“Mine’s Ashley.”
“Well, I better go find my girlfriend before she thinks I’m cheating on her or something.”
“That would be smart.”
He stood up and grabbed his food. “It was nice to meet you Ashley. Have a good day.”
“You too.” Then he was walking away from her. Dang. That was probably the only time she would ever talk to somebody that hot. She let out a sigh.
“Who was that?”
“My secret boyfriend,” She said as Hannah sat down in Tristin's vacated seat. “You weren’t supposed to know about him yet.”
“Did you look like his girlfriend?”
“Yes,” She rolled her eyes. “You know I’m kinda frustrated over that. Maybe I should dye my hair bright pink so nobody gets me confused with their girlfriend.”
“Especially if they are as hot as that guy was.”
“For real.” She had lost sight of Tristin, but knew she wanted to see him again.
Tristin
Where was she? He had been standing behind a girl in the lunch line and her figure had caught his attention. That probably made him seem shallow and only interested in the closest thing with curves, but he still felt drawn to her and he needed to see her and get to know her.
There she was. She was ignoring her food and pouring over a homework assignment. So she liked to study. That was good. Smart girls were always more attractive. Tristin took a deep breath then pushed his way to her side. He didn’t want someone else to take his spot by her side.
He set his food down and sat in the seat by her side.
“Hannah can you help me with problem –” She stopped when she looked into his eyes.
He stopped too. Her eyes were the color of Root Beer floats. The cream mixing with the soda. They were hypnotizing and he wanted to drink them in completely. He had never been so attracted to a pair of eyes.
Her eyes looked up at his hair so he let his wonder down her. This was for sure the same girl. That skirt wouldn’t look nearly half as good on someone else. Those legs couldn’t be mistaken for someone else’s, even if he had only seen them once before.
He let his eyes wonder back to hers. Wow. He definitely didn’t regret following her from the lunch line. She was worth looking at.
“Sorry,” she said suddenly. “I thought you were my friend.”
His eyes had immediately gone to her mouth when she started talking. She sounded like an angel and her lips looked like they would taste like raspberries, his favorite. But then her words ended and he snapped to the reality that he was supposed to be in.
“No, I’m sorry.” He didn’t want her to feel bad for nothing. But it was good to know that she was as affected by him as he was her. “I actually thought you were my girlfriend. From behind you look at lot like her.” What? Why had that come out of his mouth? He didn’t have a girlfriend.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I get it all the time.” She looked a little bummed.
“Do you really?” Do people really say such lies to this beauty all the time? Because nobody was actually going to just walk up to her and check her out if he was dating someone else. They would never risk that.
“Yeah. Once this guy came up from behind and tried to kiss my neck, like some vampire heathen.” Her neck, he looked at the soft skin and wondered what it would feel like to be a vampire heathen at this moment. Would her skin be as soft as it looked? Snap out of it Tristin! He looked back to her feeling awful for his thoughts… until he saw that she was blushing the most beautiful blush he had ever seen. “When I turned around the dude almost fainted because I was so not his girlfriend.”
He looked away from her blush and back into her Root Beer eyes. “That would have been awkward. Glad I didn’t do anything that embarrassing.” Except this whole thing was embarrassing.
“Me too. It’s kinda awkward.”
He nodded his head, but stayed staring at her beautiful face. It was a quiet few seconds, but he enjoyed her embarrassment. “My name is Tristin, by the way.” He allowed himself to say. If he was going to woo this girl they were going to need to be on a first name basis.
“Mine’s Ashley.” Ashley. That was perfect for her.
“Well, I better go find my girlfriend before she thinks I’m cheating on her or something.” What was he allowing himself to say?
“That would be smart.” Why did her voice sound as smooth and melodic as a violin?
He stood up and grabbed his food. “It was nice to meet you Ashley. Have a good day.”
“You too.” Then he was walking away from her. Walking to the table with his friends, and not a girlfriend. Because he didn’t have one. He let out a frustrated groan, why was it when he encountered an attractive girl he started blabbering random things at her? At least he hadn’t told her that frogs pee on you if they feel you're a threat.