Chapter Eight

Nina's pov-

The school morning was an absolute nightmare. My first few classes where an outright disaster and that is not an exaggeration from me. Each teacher from each class made me stand before sed class and introduce myself with my name, my age, where I am from and something I enjoy doing. How could any rational thinking person think that was a good idea? For one I am shy, two I am in a new country surrounded by a thousand new people and three I hate public speaking like absolutely despise it but to make everything worse than it already was some guy thought it would be so hilarious to comment on how my accent was so strong and they couldn’t for the life of them understand what I had said. “What did she say? She speaks so fast; does she even speak English” blah blahh… I was fucking mortified and to top it off I had the constant feeling of being watched I hated it, I hated this school, I hated this entire idea of moving to a whole other country.

It was now our lunch break to which I had spent with Lucas and his friends who seem like an alright bunch but they barely engaged me in their conversations, Lucas was trying really hard to keep me in the loop and I am grateful for him for that but he failed, it was just awkward and I was partly to blame for that considering I have no clue about American football nor do I know anything about the barn that they all kept talking about. Overall they were nice to me at least, definitely a rowdy bunch for sure.

Currently I was sneaking off from the group to find some place to smoke the cigarette I had pinched from Uncle Jesse last night. Yeah! Yeah! I know, stealing is bad but boy was I happy that I did after the dreadful morning I have just had. I could have asked him but the risk of him not liking the idea and then to go on and proceed in hiding his cigarettes was too much of a risk until I found a way to buy them myself.

I rounded the corner of the building where a couple of large industrial bins lined the wall, or dumpsters I think the Americans call them. The relief I felt to see that the area was unoccupied was strong, the last thing I wanted right now was to bump into anyone who couldn’t understand a word the scouse girl was to say.

I took the cigarette form the pocket in my bag and placed it between my lips, audibly groaning allowed as I rooted through my bag for the lighter that I was certain I had put in here. It is the first day of school how on earth have I managed to collect so much crap in my school bag already?

I snapped my head up at the sound of a clicking noise. My eyes now focused on a guy who was staring directly at me as he lit the cigarette hanging from his lips. Our eyes connected and my god It felt like the ground was tilting, like I could feel the earth spin beneath my feet. My heart jumping a couple of beats as its pace picked up. Lord have mercy this boy was definitely a ten out of ten, so this is the kind of guy Natalie was excited about. Hot, rugged brunette hair, brown eyes and toned god like body, he was definitely something to get excited about and lord oh lord was my body getting excited. Shit! My mind was straight in the gutter as I watched him inhale the smoke from his cigarette before smoothly blowing it out, his eyes watching me watch him, Jesus save me because I think im going to faint.

“Nina, right?” he asked the corner of his lips turned up in the sexiest smirk I had ever had directed at me in my entire life.

“Mm hmmm” I hummed like an absolute fool. Like what the hell Nina snap out of it, you would think I had forgotten how to be normal, like I didn’t know how to talk to the male gender. I took the cigarette from my lips before trying again. “Nina is correct. how did you know?” I asked trying but failing so miserably to seem a normal level of sane.

“Well rumour has it that there is this new girl, she’s pretty and has a British accent” he explained with a cheeky grin as he took a step forward and I instinctively took a step back, I don’t know why I felt the need too. This was not good this boy made me nervous but not in a bad way more of a good thrilling type of way.

“And you” he stepped closer so slowly almost like he knew with each step an eagerness would rise within me and he was playing with it. “You, have an accent” he took another step forward, standing so close the hairs on my skin tingled in anticipation that I would feel his touch. “Your pretty, with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen” he finished watching my reaction closely as I took yet another step back. I was running out of space to run from him with the wall now only a step behind me.

“So, your sweet talker huh?” I retorted with a smile of my own. It was a genuine smile because even though this boy was currently scrambling my mind and my body by the looks of things, boy oh boy did I enjoy every second of this boy’s game.

“It seems that for you I am darling” he took another step forwards as I took one back, my back coming in contact with the concrete wall behind me. Darling! Ugh now I know the appeal Arlene felt when Uncle Jesse referred to her as darling.

“Well mister sweet talker, not only do you forget to introduce yourself you also forget the meaning of personal space” I gently pushed at his chest enticing the sexiest chuckled to leave his lips in amusement as he took a step back. He was playful and I was swooning over it.

“Maverick” he held his hand out giving me the proper introduction.

“Nina” I placed my hand in his, his skin was soft and his grip firm. My body was thriving at such a simple touch of skin-to-skin contact, I wanted to tighten my own grip squeeze him a little it is such a  totally fucking bizarre feeling and urge. I glanced up taking my attention from our joined hands to the deep dark and velvety brown eyes that already staired back at me, God I was entranced at everything about this boy that I had met only a few minutes ago.

“Can I borrow a light Maverick?” I asked holding my unlit cigarette up for context, trying to create some kind of break in whatever this chemistry as Natalie would put it was. He tilted his head but didn’t say a word instead he took the cigarette from between my fingers taking a step forward to close the space between us once again as he placed the tip of the cigarette against my lips, parting my lips ever so slightly I caught it between them and without breaking his eyes from mine he lit the cigarette for me.