I Can't Breathe Anymore

Chapter 2: Finifugal

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I trudged down the two flights stairs that separated my floor from the garden. I pretty much figured it was Spencer asking for me and that made me feel nervous. What was I going to say? "Sorry for creeping on you but I find you intriguing and my anxiety prevents me from striking up a conversation so I watch you instead." Yeah, I don't think so.

I smiled softly as I felt the breeze hit my cheeks, I wasn't really an outside person but every now and again I enjoyed it. I looked around the courtyard, taking in the trees starting to blossom as spring was just starting. I had forgotten to grab my jacket so luckily for me it was warm today. I was snapped out of my head when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around to see a rather tall and familiar man in front of me. This man was the man I had watched for weeks, the very one that sparked my interest on the dullest day; none other than Spencer.

"It's Kennedy, right?" Spencer asked with uncertainty tainting his voice, his voice flowed just like velvet to my ears.

"Yes, Spencer?" I asked feeling like a total idiot. Of course I knew his name is Spencer but I didn't want him to know that. There is nothing more awkward than knowing who someone is but that person doesn't know who you are.

"I'm sure you already knew that though, I asked to see you because I couldn't help but notice you watching me." He admitted with a small grin "I wanted to find out why, I'm assuming you aren't a stalker, you're probably just lonely and just want someone to talk to but you're shy, maybe a little shyer than myself if I'm striking the conversation." Spencer rattled off rather quickly. His half accurate analysis made me chuckle a little.

"You're half correct. It's not that I'm lonely, I'm just a little shy that's all." I admitted with a small blush and a genuine smile. The first real smile I had made in weeks "so did you call me over just to introduce yourself?"

"That's a very good question, we could leave it at an introduction but if you ask me I'd rather not." Spencer said, his voice broke a bit which made me think he was nervous, I wouldn't know why, a handsome man like himself should have more confidence in himself.

"I'd like more than an introduction too." I said as I walked over to the nearest chess table. When I took a seat I almost laughed at the overly excited look on his face, it almost hurt to have to let him down. When he took his seat I finally spoke up again "I don't play, I just have this thing where I like sitting across from people when I have a conversation, plus I can see that you're a little nervous so I figured why not sit where you're comfortable." I pointed out with a soft smile which seemed to rub off on the man because he started to smile with me.

"I like that." He grinned "you seem pretty confident so tell me how did you end up in a place like this?"

"I always hate to ruin conversations before they even start, Spencer." I explained with a slightly nervous smile, not really wanting to bring it up. I quickly held my left wrist. Spencer must have noticed my action because when he looked down he stiffened and looked back up at me with an apologetic expression, but not like the look a therapist gives you, or a friend gives you, but an expression someone with a past of demons would give you.

"I can understand that so tell me about yourself then?" He asked almost hesitantly.

I gave him a soft smile before beginning "Well as you know already my name is Kennedy, I'm 23 years old, I'm currently studying to gain my degree in journalism , my hobbies include writing, knitting, decorating, and baking."

Spencer studied me for a moment before cracking a grin "is there any specific type if journalism that you are interested in or just in general?"

"Specifically I'm into crime journalism. I want to give Nancy Grace a run for her money someday." I explained with a small laugh and I felt fulfilled when my little joke made Spencer laugh.

"That's an interest concept, Kennedy. Why crime though? I'm sure it'll start wearing you down after a while, even make you a little angry."

"I grew up with it. My mother is a judge, my father is of high ranking in the FBI, and my brother is a police officer. I'm not much for violence but its like a calling." I told him with a small shrug at the end. I didn't really want to mention that my father was director of the FBI, not exactly something you want to talk about if your goal isn't to intimidate the handsome man in front of you. I guess it didn't have to be said, seeing that when I did mention that he worked for the FBI Spencer's expression changed from a light casual expression to an intent full look.

"FBI? Really? That's quite impressive."

"Yeah, we are very proud of him and his achievements. So tell me about yourself." I said as I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to freak him out anymore than what I have already.

"I am 32 years old, I have three PhDs in Math, Chemistry, and Engineering. I enjoy reading, playing chess, magic tricks, and Doctor Who." Spencer said casually, which I couldn't understand, if I had three PhDs I would be freaking out and bragging to everyone I saw, but that wasn't Spencer, I could tell.

"That's outstanding, so tell me, are you some sort of genius?" I asked rather playfully which made the doctor blush.

"I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified but yes, most will say I'm a genius." He chuckled softly despite himself.

"Interesting, so Doctor, are you going to show me any magic tricks?"

"Maybe, depends on how quickly you can learn chess."

Sorry this is so short! I've been really busy and I didn't want to leave you without an update!