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So we found ourselves walking towards the Lorenzo Coffee House, a nice little place in Ramirez & 7th. It occurred to me that we were having coffee in the middle of the day, but I needed it. Plus, I was with Mr Third Degree Burns over here, so I didn't complain. He opened the door like a real gentleman and led me to a corner booth by the window.
About an hour later, Ross must have noticed me staring out across the street in shock. Stefan was just standing there, staring directly into the coffee house window at Ross and I.
Ross noticed I was staring and said "Do you know that dude over the street? He's a real creep. I see him in biology class, fingering the animals." I was disgusted. I knew Stefan had a lot of sexual tension, but fingering dead animals? That was a whole other level of gross.
"Yeah. I know him. And he knows me better than he should." I whispered. Ross stared at Stefan. I stared at my coffee. After about a minute he lifted my chin up with a gentle finger and my green eyes met his dark brown ones.
"It's okay Denise," he whispered "he's gone." I turned my head, and sure enough he was gone. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I stared into my coffee's creamy depths for around thirty seconds before speaking again. "I've known Stefan since elementary school, and he had a crush on me in 7th grade, but I turned him down. He was in a weird crowd, I didn't want to get involved. We grew apart after a while but at my high school junior prom, he took me behind the bleachers and ripped my dress trying to grope me. I mean, it could've turned out worse but Simone found us and kicked his ass before things got real bad. Then he followed me to Stanford and I just can't seem to get away from him". A lone tear ran down my cheek but I wiped it away quickly, hoping Ross didn't see it. I hated it when people saw me cry. I had no idea why I was telling things only Simone knew to someone who was almost a complete stranger. There was just something about him that made me want to trust him. "I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I don't tend to open up to people and now I'm just telling you all this stuff. You must think I'm an awful person. "
It was now Ross' turn to look horrified. "I would never think that of you! If anything, it makes me think that Stefan is even worse than I originally thought he was." Ross exclaimed. He took my hand and a shock ran up my arm. "Don't you ever think that about yourself."
I found staring at his lips and then started giggling uncontrollably. "What?" He asked,grinning."what's so funny?"
I just managed to say "Got milk?" through my giggles. It took him a minute to get that I was laughing at his milk mustache, then it all abruptly stopped. He smirked, wiped a bit of it off his face, and wiped it on mine. I gasped and started laughing even harder. Before long we were both in hysterics. Once we had calmed down, I resorted to staring at Ross. He caught me looking at him and our gazes locked. I felt his hand slide up into my hair as he pulled me towards him. Just as our noses touched, I heard a throat being cleared behind us. We both snapped back, caught in the act.
"Excuse Me sir, madam. The coffee house is closing for the afternoon."
"Right, okay." We said in unison.
I grabbed my bag from the seat next to me, and felt my cheeks heat up. Ross was waiting for me by the door, looking unbelievably nervous and cute.
When I reached him he wouldn't meet my eyes, but was blushing the most adorable shade of tomato.
"So, we're having a party at the frat house on Friday. You should come, bring some friends along. It's number 15 on campus."
Suddenly, something occurred to me, because he looked vaguely familiar.
"Were you in the band R5? I feel like I've seen your face somewhere."
Ross grinned and tapped the side of his nose. "See you Friday?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
I gave a small nod, and then remembered "Oh yeah, sorry for calling your brother an asshole. I'm sure his twerking was pretty amazing."
Ross chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell him that" and with that he turned around and we went our separate ways.
As soon as I got home to our apartment, I shut the door, punched the air, and slid to the ground as I let out a girlish squeal.
AN: Hope you enjoyed that second chapter. We will try to upload every week but it can't be a promise as the school term is just starting in the UK. Don't worry, we haven't taken the American hostage, she lives here. :) Lemons are on their way... REVIEW!
