I for sure failed my Calculus exam, but it didn't count as a grade. The professor only wanted to know where we are in the subject and how much we remember from high school. Jade was waiting for me outside, in the patio. I yelled out her name and she looked up with a smile on her face. Looks like her first day turned out well. We hugged, asked each other how our days went and I told her about the books. Not the kiss.
"Whoa, he paid for your books?" Jade said again.
I nodded. "Yeah, which is weird because he knew what my other classes were."
"Mara," Jade hesitated. "You don't think Harry—Mr. Styles—as an interest in you."
"Of course I don't."
But in the pit of my stomach, told me that there was a 50/50 chance there might be. But please, have you seen the girls that come here. Blonde, blue eyes, and thin. I'm the total opposite of that. It's only the second day of the semester and Mr. Styles—or Harry— already wants to get laid with one of his students. And me. It had to be me. Why couldn't it be Little Miss Redhead? With her green eyes and freckled face. Guys will kiss the floor for that girl. They wouldn't even take a second glance at me. I groan in frustration. Then I remember Zayn's offer.
"I met a guy, who's in my Calculus class. He's going out to dinner with a friend and invited me. Now I'm inviting you."
It's 6:35PM, Zayn's five minutes late. He says the place we were going wasn't fancy, at all. Which I praised, cause in my wardrobe, I will not find anything to wear. I texted Jade, that we will be running late. I wanted to take a ride with her but she insisted that Zayn did that.
"It's your chance to know the guy," she said earlier as she dropped me off.
Then, a knock on the door. I jumped off my bed and sprinted towards the door. I stopped and check if my hair was good and I liked my wardrobe for tonight. A simple, black long-skirt, a Mexican traditional-embroider blouse, and my Mary Jane flats. My hair was pinned into small faux victory rolls and I applied lip balm. Taking in a small breath, I opened the door. Revealing a handsome Zayn; tall, his hair was down, and he wore black skinnies, and a black thin sweater. Zayn's eyes widen as I stood there in front of him. I felt my cheeks warm and redden. "Wow," he breathed. "You look beautiful." My heart began to beat louder and my stomach was doing some crazy back flips. I looked down at my feet, hiding the blush. "Thank you," I whispered. He smiled shyly and took out his arm for me to take. I grabbed my small purse and locked the door behind us. It was warm night, so I didn't need a sweater. We walked down the steps and to his car; which was a silver Saab. He was a gentlemen and opened the car door for me. As he got in, he put the key into the ignition and sparked the car to life. We drove towards downtown of Portland. The small streets were decorated with small lantern lights that glowed the streets. People, more like students, walked on the sidewalk and music was blaring from a near buy nightclub. Zayn them parked the car, a few blocks away from the café. That's were he said we were dining out. We both got out the car walked towards the café. I felt a large hand behind my back, pulling me closed to him. Jade was already there, waving her arm in the air.
"Mara, you goddess of true beauty!" She sang out loud.
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.
We hugged, then her and Zayn shook hands.
"So, who are we waiting for?" I asked.
Zayn looked around and pointed across the street. A blonde guy, sprinted across the street and waved at Zayn.
"Ladies, my mate, Niall. International student from Ireland. Niall, Mara and Jade."
We all shook hands.
"Niall Horan, English major," Niall said. "Oi, Zayn, I invited Louis last minute. He'll be late though, dress rehearsals."
Jade and I giggled. We queued outside the café, Niall was telling us about his history class and that the professor told him to shut up. Because he knew much more about Ireland than the professor did. As we walked closer to the entrance, I couldn't help but look back. Five people down, three men were standing with books and their laptops. One looked awfully familiar, then I gasped as green eyes turned to look at me. I pulled Jade beside me.
"Look behind you," I whispered for only her to hear.
She did and her mouth fell open. "Shut up," she said. "He's totally following you."
I slapped her arm. "Don't be ridiculous. That's like professional creeping, how'd he know I'd be here, in this café."
Jade shrugged and looked back again. "But who are the other two? Are they professors as well?" She took advantage and asked Niall and Zayn. Apparently, the one with short brunette hair and beard was Dr. Payne; professor of Western History. And the other one was, Mr. Clarke; Dramatic Arts professor. Apparently they're all part of the Honors program, I've met Dr. Payne in the orientation. He just got his doctrine degree this past year and he's married with one child. The café finally opened for the night and Niall asked for our reservation. The waiter lead us to a table for five, Zayn told the waited that Louis would be here any minute. We were out in the small courtyard of the café. Small light bulbs hanged across the place; it was magical and beautiful. We all sat down and looked at the small, laminated menus. Everything was simple; from their clam chowder, croissant sandwiches, chicken salads and shrimp soup. We ordered our drinks; Zayn and Niall ordered beer, Jade a Diet Coke, and me, peppermint tea, with no cream or sugar. Then another voice spoke up as they took a seat next to me. He was ordering a beer as well. He was probably Louis, and he was. "Louis Tomlinson, Theater major." All three guys were already in their third year of uni and all of them were 21. As the waited came to give us our drinks, we ordered our food. Suddenly, Zayn took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He gave one to Louis and offered some to Jade and I. I took one and Zayn helped me lit it on. Apparently if you dine outside, it's a free smoking area. I held the cigarette in between my teeth, inhaling a huge amount of the smoke. I was suppose to quick smoking a year ago. Jade wanted me to chew gum instead of smoke, so it'll help calm down my nerves and prevent any panic attacks. But it was hard to let it go. I took another drag and just as I was about to exhale it out; Mr. Styles and his professor friends walked by. His eyes met mine; he looked kind of disappointed but I didn't mind. I exhaled the amount of smoke and took another drag. We were the loudest table in the small café. The guys were already in their fourth beer and Jade and I just ordered another order of chips and salsa. Louis has just finished telling us a story of letting his sister's hair on fire. Jade and I couldn't stop laughing as we held on to our stomachs. Tears were making there way down my cheeks. Dabbing my napkin on my cheek, Louis was beginning to say a different story. I was on my third cigarette and it was about to finish. Once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of Harry and his professor friends. He was typing fast on his laptop, as Dr. Payne was reading to him something off the paper he had in front of him.
"Okay, okay," Zayn spoke up. "Time to get more serious here."
All five if us piped down. I looked at every single one of us, how our smiling faces literally turned serious.
"Relationship status," Niall spoke up. "Cause you never know."
"Single," I said softly.
Jade said, "single and lesbian."
"Single," Niall said.
"In a wonderful two year relationship," Louis said.
"Single," Zayn spoke lastly.
I took another cigarette, lighting it myself. Exhaling it out, unexpectedly the person I tried to avoid this whole night; walks towards our table. I stiffened and Jade got the hint because next thing I know she's holding my hand and squeezing it tight. Harry approaches our table and all the boys pipe down. Zayn, who's seating right across from me, gives me a sympathetic look and stands from his seat and walks around whispered something to Louis. Louis then got up and took Zayn's seat. "Students," Harry said nonchalant. "Good evening, Mr. Styles," Niall greeted him. Harry wore a small smirk on his lips, eyeing each and every single one of us. I lifted my cigarette and held it between my teeth. What the hell is he doing here? Torturing me? Trying to ruin my social? I took a long drag and blew out the cloud of smoke. I'm looking at the small vase of lilies and the small, scented vanilla candles—trying to avoid his gaze. I blew out another cloud of smoke and this time after the long silence, Niall speaks up again. "So, what brings you here professor?" He asks.
"Dining out, with some of my friends." He continues, "Miss Mara, you look lovely this evening."
I hear Jade snicker beside me and my heart is about to puke. Who is he to compliment me in front of them? I don't say anything but take another drag and hold it. Harry clears his throat and I mange to look up, and our eyes met. Green like the summer leaves. Green, green, green. A whole mixed color of greens, and it's blinding me. I close my eyes and I see his. He's like imprinted in the back of my mind. "Good evening monsieur Styles," I say with a 'French' accent. "Have you met Zayn? But of course you have." I say in monotone. Harry shifts his weight on his feet and folds his arms across his chest. He doesn't say anything but glare at me. His eyes burning right through mine. I do nothing else, but roll my eyes and stand up. "Shall we go?" I ask towards Zayn. He nods and grabs his keys from the center of the table. I take a ten from my purse and place it on the, I was paying my part of the check. Zayn grabs my waist and we both walk past Harry. I was silent, I didn't want to talk. I still had my cigarette between my fingers and next thing I know Zayn is being pulled from me.
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