Chapter Two

There was an immediate rush as everyone decided it was a good idea to get up and try to leave the room at the same time. Obviously there ended up being a massive queue for the door so I, being quite close to the front of the room, was near the back of the queue, instead of getting annoyed at this fact I counted my blessings when I saw that Graham was stuck in the middle of an obese guy and what appeared to be a non-stop talker in the form of a small brunette female.

I laughed under my breath even though I was in a similar situation, although I didn't mind being pressed right up against phone boy's chest. He smirked down at me, quickly getting distracted as his phone buzzed. I rolled my eyes as I caught sight of the text he was replying to.

To: Stuart

From: Austin

Hey man, any fit girls at Google? Cause you know you owe me for that thing with Steve...

To: Austin

From: Stuart

You would die if you were in my situation right now, this one is definitely too hot for you man. Gonna try for myself.

I hoped to God he was talking about the girl behind me who was compulsively biting her fingernails. Still, I thought with a sigh and a glance towards Graham, it was better than the alternatives. Slowly, oh so slowly, we inched forwards as the people in front managed to squeeze their way through the door, however due to the amount of people that were behind me meant that I was still in a close proximity to phone boy, whose name, according to his texts was Stuart.

Not the name I would have thought for him. I frowned as one of his elbows dug into my back as he got another text, after a few more painful minutes later where his elbow continued to give me the most painful massage ever I'd had enough. Twisting around was difficult but I managed it, giving Stuart an annoyed look as I pushed his arm away from my back.

"Do you mind?" I hissed over the rabble of voices as we still inched forwards. He didn't seem to notice that I was talking to him and I looked over to see what he was texting, pursing my lips in anger as I saw he had taken a picture of my bottom and was sending it to his friend. I snatched the phone away from him, scowling furiously as I tapped out my own message on his phone.

To: Mom

From: Stuart

Hello Stuart's mother, your son was just caught sending this picture of me to one of his friends, I hope you understand why he comes home without the ability to reproduce.

[Image sent ]

And with that I pressed send, shoving the phone back at him and ignored his shocked blinking, his mouth opening and closing without saying a word.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself? Because right now you're on the same level of creepiness as Graham." I spoke in a furious whisper, my knee was itching to connect with a certain body part.

"I heard my name." I scoffed in annoyance as of course this would happen, Graham smirked at Stuart before trying to wrap an arm around my waist. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

I sneered before realised I was at the front of the queue and hurriedly tried to put as much distance between me and those two creeps as possible. Graham was nothing if not persistent however. "Yes, because I said your name that must mean I'm madly in love with you." I pushed his face away and scowled again. "Get away from me weirdo."

Luckily for the other guy, Graham took my mind of my plan to kick him in the balls, and actually made me forget what he'd done in the first place. I had to duck into a random building and into an empty room to get him off my tail. I let out a sigh, finding myself growing increasingly annoyed at the situation I was finding myself in. Why did I have to meet Graham? I must have done something in a former life to get this sort of punishment. I just didn't know what it was.

I opened my eyes, unsure of when I'd closed them and looked at the room I'd managed to stumble into. At first glance it seemed like a normal office but if you looked a little closer you could see the small touches that showed it's occupant was slightly if not completely crazy. There was a rubix cube tower in the corner, suspended above it was a model helicopter that's blades spun lazily, threatening to fall with every turn. I grimaced at the state of the desk, taking my eyes away from the mess quickly before I had the urge to go over and clean it. What caught my attention the most however, was a pair of seemingly innocent glasses that were perched on a separate desk.

I frowned as I peered at them, noticing that there was something different about them but not sure what. "Google glasses." I heard from behind me, sending me into a state of panic at being caught somewhere I shouldn't be. The man who had spoken was scruffy looking, with a beard and headphones around his neck, he was not smiling which made me feel more uncomfortable than I was.

"What?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed before walking past me and over to the glasses picking them up and holding them to his face to peer through one of the lenses.

"These are Google glasses. The first prototype that I was entrusted with."

I nodded pretending that I knew what he was talking about. "And what do Google glasses do?"

He tilted his head, looking at me with an expression of interest. "What do any glasses do?"

I let out an uncomfortable laugh. "Fair enough. I'll just get out of your office." I motioned with my thumb the doorway behind me and smiled again at the strange man before taking my leave.

"It isn't my office." I heard from behind me.

I turned around again when I reached the doorway. "Oh. Well I'm probably late for something anyway." I blinked when I realised this was probably true and reached into my jean pocket to fish out my phone and quickly looked for the email that held my schedule. "Oh man! Can you tell me where this room is?" I held the phone up for him to take, waiting for him to do something.

He took the phone from me and pursed his lips, nodding gently at me before giving the phone back and walking past me through the door. "Hurry, we have five minutes." I winced and scampered after him. He led the way through the building, thankfully I'd managed to choose one that was quite close to where I needed to be, Headphones stopped in front of one of the other rooms and nodded at the door.

"Thank you, I owe you one." He waved off my gratitude and walked away. I stared incredulously at his back before shaking my head and opening the door. Thankfully I actually had managed to be on time so there were still seats for me to choose from. Even better was the fact that Graham wasn't in here. I smiled and sat in one of the seats in the middle, not paying attention to anyone I was near or I would have noticed the guy who had been in front of me at the cafe wave to me. I sat just in front of them, taking my phone out of my back pocket just before I did so.

I heard whispering behind me and because I had a few minutes before the class was going to start I eavesdropped. "Dude who were you waving to? I didn't know you'd made any friends?" The voice had a distinct southern drawl that I was sure to remember.

"Well we aren't friends per say, acquaintances at best, I mean, I don't know her name but I'm sure we could be really good friends and that's something I'm looking forward to." I recognised the voice and kept myself from sighing, I really hope he wasn't talking about me.

I stretched my feet in front of me before folding them in an attempt to be somewhat ladylike. A voice sounded from the seat next to me, making me jump in surprise as I hadn't noticed someone else sit down. "Hey, about earlier," I turned to see phone boy had decided to sit next to me, his phone sat on his lap and his stupid beanie on his head. "I'm not, you know, a creep or anything." I raised an eyebrow and leant closer to him, noticing him gulp as I did so.

"You know," I drawled. "People who have to say they arent creeps, are usually creeps." I backed away from him as Mr Chetty walked into the room.

"Did you see that?" I heard the southern guy whisper behind me.

"That was some serious sexual tension, I can feel it from here." I cast an annoyed scowl behind me as Mr Chetty clapped his hands to get our attention, causing me to cast my eyes back to the front. Stuart seemed to have heard what they said as well as instead of listening to Mr Chetty he turned his attention to his phone, his ears burning under his beanie.