Chapter 4 : The Coffee Guy!

After a lot of yawns and shorts naps in  the air conditioned hall, Orientation ended and everyone rushed out of their seats as if it was on fire, A common act to show the appreciation of bells and end of class by students to the professor's. 

Irene stayed with me as I fixed my hair that had fallen out of my ponytail and got rid of my sleep, that professor was boring on a whole new level. He truly was a masterpiece. 

We left last, Irene and I had managed to take so much time to get out of the hall that even the hallways were now almost empty. If it weren't daylight I would be afraid of ghosts of past students lurking in the corners having a gala time, simply because I was afraid of the dark and liked light more. 

"Want to grab something to eat?" I asked her, my growling stomach added to the desperation in my voice and after having a good laugh at me she agreed to go to the cafeteria with me. 

Because classes hadn't started yet most of the students were hanging around making new friends and forming groups, some of the clichè could already be seen, like the bunch of cheerleader like girls in the corner, bulky muscle guys with similar goodies on and the rim glassed nerds whith checker shirts. 

They were all sitting in small groups of their own and it was funny already. It was only eleven now and there was still the whole day to go through, we had so much time to kill it was almost new to me. 

Back at highschool all we would get was a weekend and that was it, and to make those short weekends miserable the teachers would happily pile up months worth of homework for us to complete in that tiny amount of time and expect us to be in a jolly mood on mondays. It may sound like an old 1900's dialogue, but Partying and going out with friends was like a dream back then. 

Uni was proving to be amazing so far, my roommate was the most important thing that had to be good. Because I had to stay with her in a single room for three years straight and if she turned out to be a hater then we will have problems. I would prefer someone who keeps it to themselves and not poke their leg in my business. Nosey roommates are the worst. 

Cafeteria was easy to locate in comparison to the study halls, mostly because there was so much noise coming from behind those double doors, it was hard not to locate it. 

Cafeteria was smack in the middle of the buildings, in the map it was a big rectangular space that read cafeteria in bold, a large space with big windows, huge double doors and cafe like circle tables surrounded by chairs. It was clean but noisy, which was expected for a cafeteria since it's filled with hot blooded teenagers and it's the place where all the action takes place. 

We spotted an empty table by the corner and claimed our domain on it by placing our bags and went to the front where eatables were on a display. 

Unlike what I had heard, the food items looked edible to me. I didn't have time to eat anything in the morning so my appetite had skyrocketed and my stomach had expanded to accomodate heaps of unhealthy cafeteria food. 

So I ordered a lot of things and with the help of ever so helpful Irene we brought them back to our table, where a person was now seated. 

I gasped in surprise almost dropping the precious chicken nuggets in the process. I recognised the dark shirt and the same dark book bag, and that unforgettable face looking at me with an unreadable expression, his eyes were set in a mild glare but the rest of his face was set like a stone statue - unmoving.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I set everything one by one on the table, he didn't make any move to get up and find another table, which would have been a normal reaction for anyone. 

Instead he leaned his elbows on the white clothed table and intensified his glare ten folds. 

"Excuse me? This is our table, please find another for yourself." I said as nicely as I could, although this guy was attractive and all that desirable it didn't make him a good human being, there was space for bad in everyone and by the look of it he had bad written all over him. 

He shook his head and dare I say, he took one of my Chipotle chicken pops and popped it in his mouth like he owned it. He reached out for another one but my hands worked on their own accord and I caught his wrist before he could get to them. 

"How dare you!" I hissed, the nonchalant face of his was only raising my temperature and taking my food was the last straw. 

He pulled his hand back lightly but the force was so much that I barely caught myself from falling, I held onto the back of his chair, my face next to his and my hair covering the both of us. 

"You owe me a coffee Miss, it was an expensive one." The nameless guy whispered into my ear, at first I didn't get him because it was just a random statement to make, however, when the early morning incident flashed before my eyes I couldn't help but gasp in horror. 

It was him! 

Oh good heavens, what did I do?! 

I had to get out of this mess or my University years would be damaged beyond repair, even before actually starting. So, I decided to be clueless and asked in a soft scared voice, "What?" 

"Cut the act, Aelin." 

What. The. Actually. Nuggets! 

How in the world did he know my name? As far as I remember the only people in this whole campus who know my name are Irene, her roommate and the office staff but we all know the staff doesn't bother with remembering names so that tones it down to two. 

"Are you stalking me for a cup of coffee?" 

"It's more than a coffee homie. Let's see if we can survive this year." He brushed his lips over the tips of my ear, my face turned red and hot at the mere touch and that's when I realised that the cafeteria had gone quiet and the distance between our faces was almost non existent. 

With a shallow yelp, I detached myself from him and brushed myself of the imaginary dust, his cool self stood up gracefully and swung his bag on one shoulder and with the other hand in his jeans pocket left the cafeteria in style. 

God, do you still make people like him?

A few minutes of awkward staring from the crowd and everything went back to normal, well, as normal as it could be. I had screwed over my University days even before they actually started and I had a feeling that stranger guy was going to hold a strong grudge over his spilled coffee and damaged clothes. 

Yup, I was screwed.