to communicate a non-verbal message. After standing over me for few moments, the air became awkward but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just sat there staring at him like an idiot as my whole body buzzed with nervous butterflies. Finally Liam broke the tension.
“Do you mind if I take a seat then?” Liam asked as he looked at my knees blocking the path to his seat.
Duh, that is what he was getting at, “Of course, sorry, go ahead!” My apology came out too loud echoing in the room, drawing some eyes in our direction. Zero for three.
I hugged my knees up to my chest and shook my head, mentally chastising myself for not picking up on a simple social queue. Quick, I needed to recover.
“I’m just a little out of sorts today. Sorry.” That was lame. I should have just kept my mouth shut for the rest of the semester. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation that shot through my body as his legs lightly brushed the ends of my toes when he passed. As he sat down, he looked at me with a crooked grin.
“Aye, from what I have seen, I guess most days you’re out of sorts.”
It was the first time I realized he had a light Irish accent. I was so engulfed in my shame that I had not even noticed he had an accent. He caught me off guard, and I did not know how to respond to his sarcasm.
I bit my lower lip, shrugged my shoulders, and looked at him with a nervous expression that was not hard to fake at this point. His pearly white smile gleamed at me. Could I have possibly come off as charming, or was his smile mocking me?
The room had filled and Professor Barklin began her lecture on music scales. I made it a point to pay attention during class. I could not have another day like Monday.
The task proved difficult. My mind was very aware that there was a handsome Irish guy with a sense of humor merely inches away. My stomach churned with nervous butterflies. I could not believe this was happening. I couldn’t have a crush already! As the lecture wrapped up, I quickly gathered my things and rushed out the door without looking back.
When I got outside, I took in several gulps of air, as if I had just come up from holding my breath under water. If Liam had this effect on me while sitting in silence a few inches away, I was in serious trouble.
I started walking toward my dorm. I needed some breakfast to settle my stomach. I was taking my time walking since I had a few hours until my English class. It was a bright sunny day, but my mood was gloomy. I felt frustrated with myself and my pathetically weak will power.
I stopped on the sidewalk taking in my surroundings, looking for breakfast places. I turned to face the store fronts, and in my peripheral vision I could see someone running toward me waving something in the air.
I immediately recognized the handsome face. Liam was half a block away coming right for me. I looked at him wide eyed as he approached. My stomach dipped when a warm smile crossed his face.
“I believe this belongs to you lass?” He held out his hand. In his palm was my cell phone.
“Oh my god. Thank you so much. My Mom would have killed me. This would have been the third phone I lost this year. Where did you find this?” I groaned in my head.
Why did I admit to that? He already thought I was an unfocused mess, but I didn’t know what else to say. He made me tongue-tied. The corner of his dark grey eyes creased upward. I think he knew he made me nervous.
“Well Aria, I happened to find it on the floor under your seat as I was gathering my things. You must have dropped it when you bolted from class.”
I took the phone out of his hand and intensely studied the sidewalk, afraid to meet his gaze. He remembered my name. I was feeling dizzy trying hard to keep my breath even.
“I didn’t bolt. I was just hungry for breakfast and I have blood sugar issues.” The lie did not sound at all convincing, even to me. Blood sugar issues, what was I talking about? I needed to end this uncomfortable