Cafe: Adesuwa's Pov

"Wait, you did what?" I listened as Efosa died of laughter. I kept my head buried in my hands as we sat in a small coffee shop.
"It's not funny!" I wailed, my cries muffled in my hands. How I wished I could just die! What absurd burst of confidence made me think it was okay to do that? Ask a random guy for his number?! Lord, I must have gone insane. No, it was a momentary lapse of judgement. Actually maybe it was that Panera charged lemonade I drank earlier. It had like 400mg of caffeine. Yeah that's it, all the caffeine messed with my brain and all necessary functions. Specifically the function that keeps me from acting like a fool.
"I mean it is pretty funny, when was the last time you asked a guy out again? Middle school?" Efosa took a sip of her coffee and shrugged.
"Yes, Efosa, it was middle school. And I didn't ask him out!" Someone kill me now. The first time in 6 years that I took the romantic initiative and I was rejected, again.
"Girl, you chased the poor boy down just to get his number! Anyone with a brain would know what you were trying to do." I stared at her, completely dumbfounded. How dare she not support my delusions and make me feel better about myself?!
"Efosa as my friend, you should be consoling me and making me feel better. Instead you add on to my shame! You're an awful friend." Efosa laughed at the sudden change in mood. This was the same girl crying, ashamed at her boldness. Now here she was, berating her for being a 'bad' friend.
"Adesuwa, if you had shame you wouldn't have chased him down. And as your friend I am obligated to tell you the truth." Efosa laughed at me. I glared at her and reached for my milk tea. Instead of drinking it, I chewed nervously on the straw, my anxiousness grabbing hold of me once more. I had to see this boy again on Thursday. Only luck could save me now. Hopefully he'll come down with a fever or decide the class isn't for him. Yes, he'll be so uncomfortable around me that he drops the class. No boy wants to be around a girl who asked him out, especially after they rejected them. Heck he probably didn't even want to take the class before. Yes, there were plenty of boys in the class but they were in University, these boys needed the credit! There were plenty of other art classes that were opening up now, maybe he would transfer into one of those.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time. I had another... 15 minutes before my next class.
"Anyways, I'll see you later." I grabbed my bag and tea, before pushing my chair in.
"Ah Ah, where are you going?" I looked at Efosa up and down. We both knew where I was going, I had told her my entire schedule already. And we both knew I hated being late.
"Unlike some people, I have a class to get too. Why don't you go study or something?" We looked at each other before laughing. Efosa and studying had never been in the same sentence. I gave her one last wave before heading off.
Lecture Hall: No Pov

She sat in the back corner of the classroom taking notes as the teacher droned on and on. He sat in the back in an opposite corner, watching her. He couldn't get her off his mind. He wanted to know why. Why ask for his number? Out of everyone else there, she chose him? Some would say he was taking this too seriously... okay everyone would say he was taking this too seriously. People get asked for their numbers all the time. But no one had ever asked for his before. After all, he wasn't the most approachable person. He suffered from what some would call "Chronic resting-bitchface syndrome" and no, it couldn't be cured. What really shocked him was the fact that not only did someone ask for his number, it was the only person he had ever wanted to ask for his number at that? There had to be another reason, right? Clearly he had never taken a look in a mirror. He had been staring at her for so long, he didn't realize that people had begun to pack up their things. It wasn't until she began to pack up that he realized class had ended. He quickly turned his head and shoved his things into his bag. He felt his cheeks turning red in shame as he realized what he had been doing. What kind of creep just stares at someone for over an hour? He rushed out the room with his head hanging low. He kept his head down as he walked through the hallways. He was so focused on the ground he didn't notice someone trying to maneuver around him. With the way they both went tumbling down, one would think a bulldozer rammed into both of them. His glasses went flying, smacking the other person right in the face. He lifted his head and his eyes connected with hers. He could swear there was a spark, a connection forged in that moment. He looked at her in what he thought was adoration. To an outsider it was a look of disgust or discomfort, whichever seemed less evil. Right now, she saw a look of discomfort. She averted her eyes and turned to grab his glasses. "Umm, I think these are yours." She mumbled as she rolled her eyes. It was a quick roll and if he hadn't been looking so intensely, he would have missed it. Any normal person would've. She waved his glasses in front of him, but he just stared. She held them for a few more seconds before she shoved them into his hands and got up. She dusted her pants off before turning to leave. She walked a few steps and stopped. He sat on the floor, still in a daze. She turned and saw him still sprawled on the ground. She sighed before walking back to him.
" Well? Are you just gonna sit there?" She stuck her hand out towards him. He looked at her hand for a minute before he realized she was talking to him. She waved her hand in front of him, bouncing on her heels. He noticed she was about to pull away and quickly grabbed her hand. She hoisted him up and let out a puff of air from the effort. He was much heavier than he looked, or maybe she was much weaker than she thought. She may have yanked him up with too much force as he fell forward instead of stabilizing. As he fell forward,he reached his arms out around her in a caged position. She realized that he would fall right on her, placing them in a very awkward position if she stayed where she was. With a quickness, she ducked and sidestepped to the left and he fell into a push up position. His palms laid flat on the ground. Yes, that would've been a very awkward position indeed. Who lands like that when they fall, anyhow?
"Oof, that must've been painful." She winced. He pushed himself up and dusted himself off. His face was redder than the youtube logo. He chuckled. She stared. His attempt to laugh off the whole situation failed. Painfully. She turned her head and fiddled with her braids. She took a deep breath and turned back towards him. "While this has been a very...nice encounter, I'm gonna go now." She turned on her heel and started to walk off. It was just her luck that he was in not one but two of her classes! As much as she hoped he would switch out of this class too, it was doubtful. This was apparently the easiest English class that everyone fought to get into, there was no way he would switch out of it. He watched her start to speed away and realized he was missing his chance. "Wait, you never got my number? If you still want it that is." She froze. Dammit, he remembered. It's okay, just play it off, play it cool girl. She slowly turned back towards him for the third time today. "My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx, you can call me." She gave him a small smile before rushing off.

Authors note:
And that ends off this chapter👏🏾👏🏾
What'd you guys think? I feel like I like the way this one was written a lot more than the others but I don't know how to change the others so they feel like this one😔
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