Chapter 2 2

(Sweet Stranger and Me)

AMBER.

Visiting your step-grandparents in another country isn't always fun. Well being the typical boring girl I am, nothing has ever been fun. I was forced to spend the summer holiday with my grandparents by my awesome parents who probably grew tired of me being around.

I mean, I'd have preferred being cooped up in my room all day watching Netflix or reading novels than coexisting with some old talkative people who do nothing all day but gossip about others.

Every day, I counted the days the holiday would finish so I could at least go back to school. I seriously miss school, I seriously miss my friends and most importantly, I seriously miss my best friend, Kayla.

Kayla has been the only one I'm always less bored with. We live together in the hostel and have been friends since God knows us well. While I'm the shy, boring,g, and introverted type, she has always been the feisty, easygoing, and social butterfly and not to forget she's a total beautiful goddess who turns heads wherever she goes.

Guys worship the land she steps on. Well, maybe I could be like that also one day...in a million years to come.

Hehe, just kidding. I might not be beautiful as her but at least I'm not bad. If only I could work on the annoying freckles on my face, my not-so-cute chubby cheeks, naturally long unwanted eyelashes, my always messy permed orange hair, and my poor facial shape that looks like a blob, I could pass a beauty.

To others, it would have been a great surprise how the two of us got to be so close, but to us, it's rather just the great connection we have binding us together.

If I was with Kayla, perhaps my holiday wouldn't have been such a waste. It would have been a little better, since she's not some kind of an old rag, gossiping about from house to house.

But now, I'm going back to school and I can't wait, to be with my best friend again.

There is nothing more I want more.

Staring outside from the Van's window, I realized how beautiful country UK is but I might just have to admit something more beautiful just caught my eye at that moment.

Before me a few meters away stands an impossible prince from a fairytale. Dressed in a causally light blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showcasing his fresh-toned skin and a pair of dark jeans.

His fine sleek hair was disheveled as it seemed he had run his fingers through it a lot, My heart skipped a beat as I took in his well-defined features and striking hazel eyes which made him impossible to ignore.

He had a slight frown on his face as he pressed on his phone until he looked up and forward meeting my monstrous gaze and I felt like crawling under a rock and dying as a result of the uneven embarrassment that washed over me.

He cocked his head aside, his frown slowly turning to a smirk, and fixed his gaze on me.

Oh! Mercies!

Just the last thing I need right now is to be put down by a handsome freak like him. I immediately took my gaze away but I could feel him approaching me. Each step of his, made my heart leap.

"Hey", "he said with a smile still visible on his face as he got to me and instantly gave him a reply like an automatically programmed machine.

"Uh? Hey..hey me?? Oh Hi " I replied stupidly, looking everywhere but his face which stayed glued to mine.

"If only I wasn't a shy freak if only I was Kayla...I would have hit the jackpot with him..." I thought taking in my lower lip.

"I noticed you were staring..." He said while I swallowed the sticky lump in my throat, making up a million excuses as to why I did that which wouldn't offend him and perhaps make him back off my back sooner.

"Were you checking me out?" He however asked the question, I had hoped a billion times he wouldn't and I was lost staring at him like a fool.

He stated the obvious and I couldn't even find the right answer to give. My mind went blank so I went brain-dead for some seconds. What should I say in this situation?

How am I to respond to him?

It's indeed true I was checking him out. He's a stranger and whatever happens between us now will be forgotten soon anyway so why not go at it?

It wouldn't hurt... confess to a stranger, would it?

"Yes, I was checking you out. I couldn't take my eyes away, you look... unbelievably attractive " I replied confidently, with my heart pounding hard in my ribcage though my entire being was shaking from within.

To my surprise, he chuckled. He let out a beautiful warm-hearted chuckle, then swept up his dark hair which fell back to his occiput, giving him the most lovable look ever.

Since I already did the crazy, why don't I finish it up, it seems to be going well after all. I thought to myself and said.

"Hey, can I confess something crazy? " I asked breaking the awkward silence between us and he looked up to me meeting my faltering gaze making me blush.

He licks his lower succulent lip and replies, "Crazy is my thing babe. Shoot" He smirked which made me go crazy for a little while. And wait! Did he just call me babe? Me? A TOTAL STRANGER!!!

"I like you " I blurted out perhaps in excitement or something, but I couldn't wait. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

He didn't seem fazed by my confession but silence lay in the air, leaving my confession hanging like a cliffhanger. Making my heartbeat accelerate in a terrified manner. Making me think back about what I've just blurt out, seconds ago.