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"What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella. This day couldn't go any worse. First that Maverick now this guy.

I almost had my heart in my throat as I looked at the mess I made. The guy's whole white shirt was ruined and there was pin-drop silence in the cafeteria.

"What is wro-"

"I-I am so so sorry." I let out very difficultly trying to process everything. Shit. What a clumsy arse I was!

I looked up and made eye contact with him. And man was this guy gorgeous. He had the purest of skins and the most beautiful blue eyes. This man was a God walking. However, he looked like he would eat me alive right that moment. I saw the changes of emotions in his eyes and was left mesmerized.

Snapping out of my reverie I looked down at his t-shirt again and apologized profusely.

"I'll wash your shirt for you I promise. I wasn't looking. Please forgive me." I said in a small voice.

"Okay," he stated.

"Huh?" I looked up at him confused.

"Okay, you can wash my shirt. You have thirty minutes." He exclaimed and I was both worried and thankful that he didn't create a scene. We already got everyone's attention and it made me anxious.

I nodded and he tilted his head to the side and spoke. "Follow me." Not wanting to stand there another minute. I followed after him as we made our way out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. He walked so fast that it was hard to catch up with him. Damn him for being so tall and having those legs.

Suddenly he stopped right in front of the boy's washroom and I almost slammed into his back.

I was confused that why would he take me to this washroom when he asked me to stay outside for a second.

I silently obeyed and he got inside and a minute later I saw boys inside coming out talking in hushed voices.

He appeared from inside and asked me to come. I walked inside and saw it was empty but I could smell cigarettes. I suddenly heard a click and immediately turned around to see him already looking at me.

"Wouldn't want anyone to see me naked." He shrugged as he made moves to remove his shirt and I turned but to my bad luck right in front of me was a mirror and I could easily see his naked chest. God, can this get any more embarrassing?

I didn't look his way as he handed me the shirt and I searched for the soap or hand wash anything I could get my hands on.

There was complete silence as the cafeteria time had been up and there were no noises from the hallway. I was done for the day so I was less worried about not having missed the class in this whole fiasco.

It was so hard to not look at the guy standing three feet away from me, standing against the wall without a t-shirt. His biceps and abs were on complete display and the way he stood, felt like he was modeling. God! Stop it, Arabella.

And I realized I didn't even know his name. And he looked older to be a sophomore. Prolly a junior or a senior. Wow. I just had a fiasco with someone senior to me. Thank God he didn't sue me for it. I heard seniors here are brutal.

Did he speak less? Because he haven't said a word to me as I focused on rubbing his t-shirt with my hand and doing the task very precisely. The shirt looked pricey and I didn't want to ruin it further.

I could feel his eyes on me from the mirror but I pretended that I was unaware. I was a second away from blushing red. And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard.

"What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really?

"Arabella" I replied.

He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

EH

I wondered who EH was. I wanted to ask him but he questioned me instead, making me look up at him again.

"Sophomore?" I nodded. But he suddenly bent near my ear. Very close. Too close to my liking.

"Words Bella." Oh. My. God. My inner vixen was screaming and moaning at the way my name rolled out of his tongue. I never liked my name better.

I blushed tomato red. For a second I even stopped rubbing his shirt as I processed how he said my name.

"Yes." I let out, trying not to stutter at the way he was still so close to me. God. Please take me already.

The guy was a GREEK GOD. And I wasn't even kidding. How was he giving me so much attention? To a nobody like me?

And when he leaned in, his expensive cologne hit my nostrils, and man I was impressed.

Focusing on the task at hand, I squeezed the excess water from his shirt and walked near the dryer on the wall. Keeping it under, I let it get dried.

As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help asking him this.

"Don't you have a class?" Damnit, Arabella. Why did you even speak? My voice came out so squeaky and I couldn't even ask again as he already heard me.

"I have one in ten minutes." He said looking down at his expensive watch. And a guy just in his jeans and a watch was a sight for sore eyes. His dark brown messy hair compliments his skin. He looked so good. I could just stare and drool over him all day.

ARABELLA GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. IT IS WRONG. 

But it didn't seem wrong. I didn't get a bad vibe from him as I got from Maverick.

That idiot Maverick was the one that should be blamed for this whole situation. He was the one from whom I was running away and in the process bumped into This guy whose name I still didn't know. And I felt like not asking. It wasn't like we would meet again. I hope not when a part of me felt sad. Of course, we should always appreciate beauty.

"Quit eye-raping me." His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and embarrassment rushed through my system as the blood gathered directly to my cheeks and I tried hiding myself. But the huge mirror in front of us wasn't helping.

Could this get any worse?

"I am sorry." I apologized, he must be feeling bad.

"No need." His voice came just as fast.

"Is it done?" He asked coming near me.

Did he just want to get this done with?

He must not be liking my presence and company.

"Don't think too much!" He flicked my forehead and I straightened my frown. Is he a mind reader? I hope he's not. "I'm just asking because I need to get my things from my friends before getting to class."

I nodded but remembered what he said and spoke. "oh. It's almost done. Just give me a minute."

He nodded as he took out his cell phone from his pants pocket and called someone.

"I am at the washroom in the hallway. Get my bag here." He ordered someone before cutting the call and slipping it back into his pocket.

"Here. It's a little crinkled but it would do." I said handing his t-shirt back to him.

He nodded before in a swift motion, he wore his shirt and it looked as new as it could get.

I smiled at my work and looked up at him. "I again apologize for the mess."

"It's alright Bella. Just be careful next time. Now I'll take my leave." He said and turning around, he left. Just like that. He left. I stood alone in the boys washroom, having no idea what just occurred.

Shaking my head at my frenzied nerves, I left the washroom and straightly headed for the lobby. I couldn't breathe.