Ch 3

Thursday, why couldn't it be Friday? I was up late trying to write that stupid poem and really didn't want to get up. The only little thing motivating me was that I would get to see a certain Norwegian in my second period class.

I admit I made a little more effort with my make up and hair today and wore my cutest band T and jeans combo. My cropped vintage Poison off the shoulder T and my black skinny jeans to be precise. I wore my cute purple bralette underneath to round out the ensemble as it would show on my uncovered shoulder.

I grabbed a pop tart on my way out the door and started walking to school. I had my ear buds in so I didn't notice someone was behind me until I felt a gentle touch on my left elbow. I whipped around ready to smack my attacker with my backpack when I came around to see Ivar standing behind me smiling.

"Hey." He said with a crooked grin on his face,

"Mind if I walk with with you this morning?"

Oh. My. God. Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Sure!" I say a little too excitedly. "No bike today?"

He shakes his head "Nah, I felt like walking today, it's really not that far and it's nice out. In Norway we don't get weather like this in February".

Can I just listen to him talk all day please? That accent, it just strokes down my spine.

"Ah, I understand, Georgia weather would be quite different than Norway's for sure. It must be beautiful there though?"

He nods repeatedly "Oh yes, Norway is very beautiful. But yes, much colder" he chuckles.

I want to get some more details about him, I suddenly want to know every last thing he wants to tell me about himself. "So what brings your family to Kattegat, Georgia all the way from Norway?"

He turns those gorgeous blue eyes to me and says "My dad works for Coke, he was their VP in Northern Europe, but he has been transferred here."

"Oh wow, that must have been hard to leave all your friends and family."

I've obviously hit a sore spot as Ivar winces and says curtly "yeah, really hard."

We are just arriving at the school. Ivar's first period is to the left and I'm to the right, so I wave and say "Well, thanks for walking with me. See you in English?"

Ivar waves back and pauses "Yeah, did you do your poem?"

I groan, "I guess, if you can call it that".

"I'm sure it's great." He says and he winks at me and turns on his heel to go to class.

Sigh* he winked at me...and I'm giddy like a 6 year old. Good grief this "Hot Viking" will be the death of me..

...

English class arrives and I actually get to class just before the bell. Ivar is already there and looks up from his notebook as I pass behind him to sit. I stumble on his stool and have to steady myself by grabbing his shoulder. He instinctively grabs my arm to steady me.

"You ok?" He asks.

So embarrassing. "Yes, thank you, sorry about that, I tripped".

"No worries." He pulls out my stool for me to sit . I catch him checking out the edge of my bralette as from this awkward position he gets a good view.

I sit, I'm sure my face is beet red at this point. But I am saved from further embarrassment by Mr. Britain starting his lecture.

For the rest of the class all I can think about is what a klutz I am and how amazing it felt to touch Ivar. Just that brief touch of his incredibly sculpted shoulder was enough to make my imagination go wild with what the rest of that beautiful body must look like.

I kept trying to catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye, but Ivar did catch me a few times. The last time I couldn't help but return his little grin, and I'm sure I blushed AGAIN.

At the end of the lecture Mr Britain announced that he would be reviewing our poems tonight and that he would choose one of the best to share with the class tomorrow. Of course everyone groaned. He then clarified that he wouldn't reveal who wrote it, only the poem itself.

At least I knew he wouldn't choose mine because it was so terrible.

I watched Ivar's eye widen as the teacher said this and saw a little bit of nervousness appear there.

"He always does this, it's so annoying. But at least he doesn't name the student who wrote it".

"At least." Ivar Chuckles.

As he's packing up his things he says nonchalantly without looking at me "Did you want to walk home after school?"

My heart skipped a beat. Stay cool Sarah, stay cool.

"Sure, meet me at the flag pole at 2:30?".

Ivar looks at me directly now with those eyes that look like pools of Caribbean ocean water.

"Perfect."

...

2:30pm could not arrive fast enough. I ran out of my 5th period chem lab and swung by the washroom for a quick make up check. I'm now quickly walking towards the flag.

Ivar is not there yet, so I sit on the bench and wait. I pull out my phone to browse Facebook for a few minutes. Suddenly a shadow falls over me and I look up to see Ivar looking down at me looking gorgeous in his Ray Ban aviators. He has also taken off his jacket and is now in one of his signature tight black T-shirts revealing his gorgeous arms and that elusive tattoo I had caught a glimpse of the other day. He sees me staring at it and smiles.

"Sorry I'm late, I was talking to my calculus professor. I think I'll need a tutor."

A calculus tutor? Well now, look at that. I happen to be an A calculus student.

I grin at him and say "I might know someone who can help you with that."

"Oh really, great. Who?"

"Me." I grin. "I happen to be pretty good at cal. I can help you if you want?"

He smiles a big genuine smile now. "I'd like that."

Oh fuck I think butterflies just fluttered in my vag. I manage to calm my hormones and say

"Great, we can start this weekend".

He pulls his aviators down a little and with his eyes never leaving mine Ivar reaches out and slides my phone out of my hands and proceeds to enter his contact info and send himself a text.

"Great is right" he says.

I think I just died.

Somehow my legs didn't turn to jello on the walk home. We talked more about Calculus and what he needed help with. I also told him a bit about my family, and how it was just my mom and I after my dad passed away 2 years ago.

He told me how he came here with his parents and his older brother Ubbe. And that he has another brother, Bjorn, who stayed behind in Norway as he is attending university there.

We arrived at the corner of Ivar's street and stopped. I didn't want the walk to end. I love talking to him, I want to hear all about him and his family.

"Thanks for telling me about your family. Can't wait to meet them."

Ivar nods "I would like that."

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be waiting for you here at 8:30am" he winks at me again.

Please God don't let me be blushing again.

"I'd like that." I say softly. Then I somehow manage to turn away and walk towards my house.