Aynie

"So Aynie, we heard about this Oliver James guy. My source’s said he's the hottest man alive that even our dear ol' 35 year old teacher was flabbergasted? Hmmm."

"And he's the one who saved you right?! You lucky bastard! You have two amazing and hot and delicious men around you!"

My friends burbled as we met on the hallway for lunch. With textbooks on our arms, we made our way to our locker first and dumped the books like rags. We fixed ourselves a little and headed to the cafeteria. But as we stepped inside, it was more chaotic than ever. And it's full of girls giggling. What a sight. They were surrounding a table, OUR table to be exact (though we didn't exactly name it ours but we ALWAYS sit there. You get my point) and when we looked as to who seated there, we were surprised to see Oliver eating awkwardly with hundreds of girls staring right back at him. I thought only Harry can do that. But obviously, Oliver can too. His eyes met mine and a big smile crept on his face.

"Oh hey Aynie! Sit here!" He said and looked at my friends. "Please, sit with me!"

"Uh... It's too crowded and a lot of them wants to sit next to you." I answered and Anne nudged me in the ribs with her elbow. I yelped in pain and very slowly sat on the empty seat, my friends following behind me. All the girls glared at me, and they all started to back up, giving us space. They turned around and walked away still glaring at me.

"Phew. Thank you for that Aynie. It was really awkward!" He thanked me and when I was about to answer, Grace interrupted me.

"No problem. Those girls can be you know, over the top."

"I thought they're going to eat me alive. Can't blame them. I'm too sexy!" He bragged and did a model like pose, showing his bulging biceps. Yum. Bad Aynie!

"Ego alert. Ego alert." I pretended to cough and he chuckled.

"But girls dig it." He said again and winked at my friends. No. just no.

"That totally ruined my appetite. I don't think I want to eat right now." I said and pretended to vomit.

"We can... Eat out later if you want."

Wait what?

Did he just ask me out? A-huh. And dogs can fly.

"Did you just ask her out?!" Gracie exclaimed, almost jumping out if her chair. Some of the students looked at her but then went back eating.

"Grace sit down! And he's not asking me out." I told her and she obliged but with a smirk on her face.

"Uh..." Dramatic scratch on the base of his neck. "If it's alright with you. I mean, you know, as friends if it's too awkward"

I struggled to keep my breathing as normal as I can.

DEEP BREATH.

"Wait what?" I raised my brows.

"He said, he-" Anne interrupted but I put my finger on her mouth to close it before she could say anything stupid.

"Of course silly! We're friends!" I exclaimed, feeling excited. I mean, who wouldn't?! Then I face palmed.

I forgot about him.

HARRY.

"Oh uh... sorry! We… uh... Have something to do later..." Grace said, totally saving my bum. Super Grace to the rescue!

"Yeah! General Science!" Anne agreed.

"General Science? You're major in fashion, why would you have GenSci?" Yeah. The science of men.

"Uh... Well..."

"Well, we have to… You know... get to know the human body since they are… uh... our subjects." My friends looked at me like I said the most stupid thing ever. Which I totally did.

"Oh-okay. Next time then." Just in time, his phone rang.

"Hello? Yes uncle... be right there...okay... bye..." he hung up and turned back to me. "Sorry, need to run. Uncle needs an opponent at table tennis. See you tomorrow ladies."

Then he took off.

"General Science? Seriously?" Grace said to Anne.

"It was out of the blue! I'm sorry!" she apologized and pretended to pout.

"But he bought it." I told her and she immediately smiled and clapped her hands. We looked at her weirdly then went back to class.