Just Another Ordinary Girl

Just another ordinary girl, who's life changes with one word... hello


2. Just another heart break...

I knew he looked familiar! "Did you now?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Shit, did I say that out loud?" I said, blushing bright crimson. He and his band, One Direction had been on the X factor together, but they didn't win. They hadn't yet released any actual songs, but from what I had heard of them, they were really good. And really good looking. I shook my head to clear it. "Are you also studying here?" I asked.

"Yes, I was in the lecture that just ended. I saw you in there as well. I left my notebook behind and I was running to get it, which was when I ran into you." He smiled at me.

"Right," I said, going red again. "Sorry about that, really. I wasn't paying attention and I probably walked right in front of you. I have a habit of doing that..." I trailed off, looking into his blue eyes and blushing. Again. I really needed to stop that.

"Do you want to walk with me to get my stuff?" He asked, looking down at me. "Then, I'll take you to Starbucks? What do you say? I have to check that you don't have a concussion after all," He teased.

"O-Okay?" I stammered. What was wrong with me? This guy, that I had just met, basically just asked me out on a date, and I said yes? After everything that had happened with Jason? I pushed my doubts out of my head. Come on Jess. Get it together.

We walked back down the hall into the lecture room, where I had just spent 3 hours. He walked along the aisle where I was sitting and stopped at a chair that still had stuff on it. He picked up his notebook and a textbook, meeting me back at the beginning of the aisle. "Let's go," He said smiling.

We stopped at the door. He pulled a beanie on. "That's me, over there." I said, pointing to my mini. "do you want to come with me?" I asked, shyly.

"Alright," He said, seeming unaffected. As we walked out the door, I tripped. Just like me, always the clumsy one. I fell sideways, knocking into him. I put my hands on his chest, catching myself before i could fall completely into him.

"Sorry," I muttured. "My sense of balance isnt the best," I admitted.

"That's okay," He said. "I think that it's cute." He looked away. I suddenly realised that I was still half-lying on top of him. I pushed myself off of him, getting back onto my feet. He touched my shoulder to steady me. Was he oblivious to the fact that wherever he touched me was like a hot branding iron? That my heart raced? That fireworks were let off in my mind?

Wait. What the hell was I THINKING? I had just met this guy! Already, I felt like I was falling. This was EXACTLY what had happened with Jason! I fell too fast. And nobody ever caught me. I had to stop thinking that way about Louis. It was way too early.

Before I knew it, we had reached my car. I got into the drivers seat, while unlocking the passenger side door. When we had both got in, I took off my coat, flinging it onto the back seat. "You can take your coat off," I said to him, smiling. He nodded and unzipped his coat as well.

Okay, concentrate. Do not crash the car. I reversed out of my parking space, pulling out of the gate. To ease the awkwardness, I put the radio on. My Chemical Romance came on, and without thinking about it, I turned the radio up. "Hmm..." Louis said, shooting a smirk at me.

"What?" I asked, giggling. I took my eyes off the road for a second and met his. Blue met blue. I turned my attention back to the road, blushing.

"I don't know," Louis said. His gaze still bore into me. "I just didn't have you pegged as a My Chemical Romance kind of girl."

"There's a lot you wouldn't think I would be into then," I said, smirking at him this time. "Shocking as it is, I even like Marilyn Manson."

"As in the heavy metal band? So you're a metal head? How do you feel about Linkin Park?" He shot question after question at me.

"Yes, sort of and love them," I said, turning to look at him again as we stopped at the traffic lights. A light drizzle started. "You think I'm strange now don't you?" I asked him.

"No, not quite yet. I think it's cool that you aren't mainstream." He said smiling. The light turned green and I accelerated. I put my windscreen wipers on, clearing the rain off my windscreen. We arrived at the Starbucks not long after.

We both stepped out of the car and ran inside, hoods up and getting wet. We got into the Starbucks, the homely smell of coffee greeting us as we walked through the door. I inhaled appreciatively. We walked up to the counter. "I'll have the Peppermint Mocha please," I said, smiling at the guy behind the counter. His eyes trailed up and down me. It made me uncomfortable. He then caught sight on Louis, a flicker of dissapointment betraying him.

"And I'll have the cappuccino please," Louis said.

"Of course, we'll come by with them now." The guy said, giving Louis a dirty look. We went to find a table to sit at. We picked one by the window. A veiw of the drizzly and drab street was what I saw as I looked outside.

"I wish it would just hurry up and be summer again," I muttered to Louis. "This weather sucks." I said, pouting.

"I agree," He said. He seemed deep in thought. When our drinks arrived, I thanked the waiter, and took a sip. Louis stared at his, without drinking any. "Listen," He said breaking the silence. "I don't usually do this," He said, blushing for the first time. "But how would you feel about dinner with me tonight?" He asked, eyeing me hopefully.

"Al-Alright," I stammered. Immeadiately I rebuked myself. Here it was, happening again. I was hopeless. I knew exactly how this was going to end. With me sitting on the couch in ratty sweats, eating a tub of ice cream and crying with my girls. Just like every other time.

'Maybe,' a little voice in my head said, 'Just maybe he's different.' Yeah, different. Just like every other guy I've ever met. "I'll pick you up at 7 then?" Louis asked, interuppting the turmoil going on inside my head.

"Okay," I said as I mentally prepared myself for yet another heart break. That, was inevitable. There was no point building my hopes up to the height of a cliff, just so that when they crumbled underneath my unsteady feet I would be lying on the ground with a broken heart. There was no point, but I did it anyway.

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