I Saw Him First Icarly Mga Nobela at Kwento

he assured, a smile form on my lips. He smiled at me. "You were mine from the moment I saw you." "You mean at school?" "No." I frowned." I don't think we ever met before that."I roll my eye. "The first time I saw you was in our junior year party and you were fighting over a can of coke" "That a lie"I defended. "No I don't think so, someone stole your coke and you fight a girl who had the coke, it was actually cute"he smile. "Oh!"I remember now, that crazy he was watching me?.

“Ugh did I ask for your opinion? And duh, he definitely likes me. Who wouldn’t? And why am I even sharing these with you when you don’t have any clue about boys and relationships?” I only nodded at her words. It was the first day of freshman year and the nerves were getting to me. We arrived at the school and walked to our first class. Caitlyn and I were classmates. We both sat down, Caitlyn going to her friends at the back and I, settling down on the middle rows. Chatters filled the room but it was halted when an unfamiliar guy came in. A distinct gasp was heard in the back of the room—it was Caitlyn. “Eric! Here, come sit here.” Caitlyn said. I finally looked up and caught a glimpse of the

His hands are tucked in his pockets like he didn’t bother to care who watched him. I could see his Muscles stretching under his shirt as he moves with the calm of someone who knows he can crush a mountain with his bare hands. A smoky amber scent sweeps over me as he turns his head slightly when he passes in front of me and our eyes meet. My mouth opens. It’s him. The one who caught me from falling in the gym on my first day. The one who appeared outside my dorm that night like a silent guardian. The white haired angel….. He holds my gaze for a heartbeat longer then looks away and continues walking.

I roll my eyes, shutting the door to my car as well and cross my arms over my chest. He takes off his shades and my head glitches. I finally come face to face to how he looks like, properly. I squint my eyes, I knew him. I knew him from somewhere. My brain takes about a minutes to recognize who he was. The hair, the tan skin, it was him. I hadn't gotten to fully see him that day but it was him. "You?"

I type back: I’ll be there. He sends three celebration emojis and then: also i saw someone today who i think you know? tall, hockey jacket, kind of intense looking I go very still. his name was Cole My thumb hovers over the screen. he knew who i was. he asked about you

He stammered out like he had met a celebrity crush he had been longing to see. But he was right. That was the school I had gone to in middle school and throughout my kindergarten days. Looking at him clearly, I could see someone I remembered back then. “Joey?”

Okay but I've covered the basics; he hates anything shell fish related, he his putty in Noelle's palms, Nic and him have been friends since seventh grade, he doesn't like his father that much but he is family oriented, the twitch of his eyebrows and squinting of his eyes when he's in deep thought, he sleeps like the dead, he's a Manchester City fan. I kind of figured that out when I saw the shirt in his wardrobe in his work bedroom and maybe heard him and Nic talk about it once. And finally, we apparently went to the same highschool together. Shocking right? What I couldn't seem to fathom about it, is how I didn't remember that fact, I still remember most people from highschool so how could

“Speaking of which… had you seen me before then?” “A few times.” I looked at him, surprised by the confession. That meant he had actually chosen not to approach me before. “The first time I saw you, we made eye contact through a window at school. You were standing in the parking lot,” I told him. “But I had no idea who you were.” “I remember that day. You have no idea how shocked I was to see you at school. I never thought you’d come to Siram, let alone study there.” “But then…”

I wasn’t going to be like the other girls who threw themselves at him or embarrassed themselves, seeking attention from a guy. I was here to study, keep my head down, and graduate with good grades. That was it. The first time I saw him was the day I moved in. I was struggling with the last heavy box, sweating and out of breath, when I saw him leaning against the doorframe of room 74, arms crossed, watching me. Marcus Hale. He was taller than I expected, with sharp features and dark eyes that seemed to see straight through people. His black t-shirt stretched across his chest, and there was something about the way he stood there… relaxed effortlessly that changed the feeling of the hallway, I

Sleep Ember, sleep, I chanted it to myself and took a deep breath while closing my eyes, his face flashed and I immediately opened my eyes. What was this? First time I saw him while closing my eyes. I sat up on the bed, not feeling good. My heart is beating loudly. Shall I call him to check up on him? Phone? Where is my phone? I looked on the table near the bed and found my phone. Taking my phone, I searched for his number.