Chapter twenty one

"You play football don't you?"

Adrian smiled cheekily before nodding.

"I'm supposed to have practice immediately after this class. If you're free you are very much invited."

"Are you inviting me?" I normally hate dumb girls but I guess the guy you're with determines what kind of flirt you are, he has confused all my brain cells which is why I asked that daft question, at least I hope.

"Yes, I guess it's an invitation." His voice was lower, and I feel the bass in my heart. Though it doesn't hit like a certain tall ma–nope Catherine, you're not going to compare them.

Yeah as if that would stop me from doing just that, just to make it clear it won't.

The class gradually filled out while Adrian kept me busy with tales of his sporting, he is my ideal man and I am sure I have hearts even over my head right now. And I did not even care.

I know Adrian is quite popular being in the school's team and all but even with him being antisocial, people loved him and he has been the star quarterback right form high school so it wasn't much of a surprise to see he is the star here too and that has gained him quite a large fan base.

Many people stop to say hey to him before going to their individual seats, it surprised me how nice he is to everyone, making them feel special. Seriously though, how can I not love this guy?

I might have been wrong about all those other guys but I'm sure right about Adrian Peterson, he is sitting here with me, that in itself is a proof of our blossoming love.

Adrian is speaking to someone who was asking for advice about football, I'm not paying attention to it, I may love him but I'm not a sports person.

A man in his late fifties or close to his sixties entered the room and the place went quiet. He asked if it was economics and a lot of people screamed no, he apologized and walked out.

My gaze followed the man that was on his way out when someone stopped him, they spoke for a while before they both exited the class.

"I'll be back in a bit," I tell Adrian and he nodded before I zigzagged through the throngs of people that have gathered to apparently listen to what he was saying.

Most of them don't even play, they just wanted to be near him. I guess he had that effect on people, they almost want to worship the ground he walks on, I wish I could say I wasn't part of them but damn if I didn't want to worship him too, but for now I need the bat–

"Ooomph," Yes that unattractive sound just left my lips. What kind of weirdo am I?

"You really have a habit of bumping into people don't you?" My heart froze, like it just went off one time, literally.

Please don't be him, please don't be him. I plead mentally, desperately begging God to not make it be who I think it is.

God doesn't answer my prayer obviously and Dr a second I think it's because I don't go to church anymore because I come face to face with Mr. Brandon, in case you've forgotten, Mr. Meeks substitute and the man I desperately need to like me or at least pity me so I can get that make up test.

Now he probably thinks I'm a clumsy idiot that needs glasses, maybe I should actually consider that.

"Excuse me," He snaps a finger in front of my face to gain my attention and I jump moving back as though being that close to him burned me.

He looked amused instead of offended. I try real hard not to stare at his face, the good side or the scarred one, I don't want to look at any for too long because it would be disrespectful and many other things.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Brandon I'll be more careful next time." I finally find my voice and remember what mouths were made for.

"It's fine miss......"

"Catherine,"

"Ah, Catherine." He called as if testing the name on his lips, it sounded exotic and a little bit familiar, that deep baritone sounded like someone I knew.

I shake my head successfully clearing those thoughts before turning back to the man that probably held my future at his finger tips.

"You're in my structure and bonding class if I a not mistaken." I nod, pulling at the ends of my jacket.

"Yes sir," How did he notice me? I'd been dressed like a hobo the first time he came to class so how did he even notice me?

Stupid, you bumped into him.

I almost shout an 'oh' when I realized but I let it go.

"And, are you not supposed to be there now?"

I stare at his lips, on the good side of his face and damn if they weren't kissable, just the right size.

"Miss Catherine," I look up at him startled. Kill me right now! Bury me!

I'm a wailing mess in my heart.

"Get to class."

"I...I.."I cough to clear my throat that suddenly seemed choked. "I was about to go to the bathroom to erm...to."

"I'll see you in class." He side stepped me and left, leaving his amazing cologne as a reminder of him being there and being a male. An eye catching and brain saving male.

I rush to the bathroom and do my business sharply, hoping to return to the class at an earlier time so it'll seem like I am a serious student and I don't bunk classes with the excuse of going to the bathroom.

He was standing cross legged perched a bit on the table in the class room as he explained chemistry like it was English language.

I find my seat beside Adrian who smiled when I slid down and sat.

"You took long." He whispered and I nodded.

"Long line at the bathroom."

He got back to his work after that. I tried really hard to listen attentively and jot down important points but with Adrian beside me, glancing at me with sly smiles, I couldn't do it.

Maybe it was just me but I'm sure whenever I looked up, Mr. Brandon's eyes are always on me.