Time crawled. I checked my phone for the hundredth time. Bianca had disappeared, and the hall was nearly empty.
I replayed everything that just happened in my head over and over again That perfect opportunity, did I blow it, maybe I should have said something else My heart wouldn’t stop it erratic beating. What did I say, should I have said something else? A million conversations ran through my head, each more cringe worthy than the last. Hey, I noticed you standing there looking like a Greek god, and I’d like to volunteer as tribute? No. That would have sounded too desperate. Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again? Absolutely not. No....no...no I groaned softly, gripping my pen so hard as if it was the reason for my frustrations. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, But I enjoyed it, I didn't know I had it in me You go girl, I gave myself a high-five. I tried to continue writing my note but my thoughts kept derailing. What if he doesn't come back Did I just throw away a golden opportunity Why didn't he just ask for my number? Should I become friends with Debby so I can steal Jayden's number? I know she'd give me if I asked but I was feeling to embarrassed to Just then the lecturer walked in I glanced at the watch on my wrist "Oh shit, when did time move so fast" I picked up my phone and dialed Bianc's number It rang ones and she picked "I'm inside the hall" she responded, I hung up I grabbed my bag and moved to the front, I loved sitting at the front so I could hear the lecturer well, Bianca slide into a chair near me and handed me a coke "Thanks" I mumured while searching for my pen I found it and place it on the table I turned back one last time to check but Jayden was still not hear, I saw Debby at the other end of the class and my heart sank Maybe he went home The lecturer began to speak and I snapped out of my thoughts The lecture wrote on the board and turned around to speak "Today we'll be talking about biogenesis, it is........" The lecturer’s voice faded into the background. I should be paying attention but I couldn't, my mind kept drifting back to him. The moment I saw him standing there, he was breathtaking, the kind of beauty that made you question if the universe had favorites. His sharp jawline, the lazy way he leaned against the wall, the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped against his thigh as he searched for someone—it was all almost perfect. Think of something else Sharon, you are not a child falling in love for the first time I felt stupid, like one of those silly romance movie girls who see a guy and immediately hear a song in the background. Get a grip, Sharon. My body had other plans. My fingers curled into my palms, and my stomach twisted itself into a knot I wasn’t sure I’d ever untangle. And the class went on I checked my time, 5pm Jayden was still not here Every now and then, I looked back searching for him. What was he thinking? Did he even notice me? My fingers traced the edge of my notebook absentmindedly. This was ridiculous. I was acting like a lovesick teenager, but there was something about him—something that made it impossible to look away. The class as almost over and the lecturer asked if there were questions, someone from the back spoke yes I have a question I turned around and our eyes met, he was right there, he was the one asking a question. I barely heard anything he said as my heartbeat was louder than everything else. He talking completely oblivious to the storm raging inside me. But then, just for a split second, his gaze flickered toward me. A quick glance, nothing more. And yet, it sent a jolt through me like a live wire. I quickly turned back, I knew I had won, I smiled internally, the class ended. I packed my bags. Hwhen I turned around he was looking at me, I walked around to where he was sitting and stop for a second "Bye" I muttered shyly He held my hand and drew me back, offering a wicked grin "Aren't you going to give me your number?" Inside me I kept for joy yes , this is it finally, I won I stretch out my palm and he gave me his phone I typed my number and handed it over, he looked at the screen and asked me to save it. I got the phone from him and asked curiously, What should I save the number as "What ever you want" he whispered looking at me intensely as if he was silently challenging me The girl after my heart I typed and saved the number I handed the phone over to him "He looked at the name and smiled mysteriously I turned around and left Really Sharon, what the hell?, The girl after his heart, that is so cringe I wanted the ground to open and swallow me but the deed was done already. I ran to catch up with Bianca, "I told you" I said in her ears while breathing like I just concluded a hundred meter race "What are you up to again" she queried with a frustrated look on her face "He got my number" I replied giggling "I told you it was going to happen" "Just be careful, you can't trust these men" she rolled her eyes "Okay...... Whatever" I didn't hear anything that she said I was overjoyed that nothing else mattered I was going to sleep well I knew it **** By the time I got home I was exhausted, I flung my clothes in the laundry basket and collapsed on the bed I was exhausted, I had term papers to write, I had food to cook I had to clean up the house, I ignored everything and went to sleep 2 hours later I woke up. My sister had returned We stayed together since I started university, she was cooking already The sweet scent of the stew filled the air, I was instantly hungry Then I remembered the price Charming I had met, I wanted to tell her but I decided otherwise, I'll tell her later on when I know where exactly we are going I heard my phone beep When I reached for it I saw a message from a strange number, all it said was "hi Sharon" I knew it was Jayden, I picked up the phone immediately with excitement "Jaydennn..." I chimed with excitement evident in my voice "How are you Sharon" he asked while laughing "You already know" I said with a smile on my face and it evident in my voice that I was smiling We talked on phone for a while He told me some details about him, how he stayed with his cousin for the mean time, that his house was too far away from school so he needed somewhere to stay for the meantime. He also mentioned that he was staying somewhere else with his other cousin and a friend, that they had rented a duplex, that he basically base there which was a 45 minutes ride from school, I understood his point I felt it was too much information for a a start but then I was too attracted to care about anything else. I in turn told him about staying with my sister and what area I lived and it turned out I and his best friend stayed in the same street, I didn't know her personally but he mentioned that she was in our major. Then he started talking about The afternoon "You really surprised me-- I liked women who have confidence" he spoke over the phone lightly "I don't know what got into me but I decided that I must talk to you, fate presented a chance and I took it" I said boasting just a little "You know, seeing you glowing like that, I decided that I wasn't going to let this day of sunshine disappear" I covered my mouth after saying it, I don't know what's wrong with me " Please stop" I could hear him smiling through the phone " Don't make me blush anymore, I don't trust people who are too smooth" "I'll do the talking from now, you got me" "I got you? In what way?" He laughed " I'll see you tomorrow" "Tomorrow? ........ The line went dead I was staring at the phone trying to understand what he meant by I got him, did he mean that he likes me too or is he in for a fling?The rest of the week dragged by slowly, each day blending into the next. Jayden and I kept talking on the phone and texting about the most random things. He never mentioned anything about his feelings—if he liked me or not. He never answered my question on how I got him.The only thing I ever got was don't rush to things, slowly my frustration was building.It felt like I had known him for years, like we had some unspoken connection that made conversations effortless. We didn’t have to search for topics—they just flowed. It was easy. Natural.Before I knew it, Friday had arrived. I was both excited and sad. Excited because the weekend was approaching, and sad because Fridays were my longest days in school. I had afternoon classes that stretched till 6 PM, and as a final-year student, the workload was suffocating. I was on edge, exhausted from the endless cycle of lectures, assignments, and deadlines. I just wanted this semester to end so I could tell myself, Only one more left. Just
I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t entitled to an explanation.I thought about it the whole time I was walking back home from school.He wasn’t my boyfriend.But no matter how many times I repeated it, the thoughts refused to settle. I knew what it meant for a guy like Jayden to spend the night at a girl’s house. The way he dismissed it so casually… was she just a fling?Or was I?My stomach twisted every time I thought about it.We weren’t dating, yet it still hurt like hell.I wasn’t waiting for his message. I told myself that over and over again. But each time I picked up my phone out of habit, of course—I found myself checking for his name.Nothing.Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and tried to focus on something else. Anything else.Just when I was about to give up, my phone buzzed.His name lit up my screen.Jayden: Hey, what’s up?I stared at the message, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Was he texting me from her house? Had he just left? Or was she
Talking to Jayden became part of my days, from morning calls to afternoon texts and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. It was the perfect beginning. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, as if we had known each other forever. I was falling deeper and deeper, unable to resist the pull of his presence. He would share details of his day, update me on every little thing he was doing, and I found myself reciprocating. At this point, I felt like I was already his girlfriend, though he hadn’t asked me out yet. The waiting was unbearable. One evening, we found ourselves talking about relationships. I don’t know if it was the way his voice softened or the way his words landed too close to home, but I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t before. “I didn’t want anything serious before I met you,” he admitted. "I was done with love. I just wanted to focus on making money, graduate, and get better at programming" "A relationship wasn’t on my list. I've been hurt
My conversation with Jayden from the previous day echoed in my mind as I dressed for college. His voice had been softer than usual. What was it he said about being hurt before? About not wanting a relationship? Did he have a past he didn’t want to talk about? Or was he just not into women? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I rummaged through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit. I Wanted to look effortlessly stunning—school edition. If he saw me today, I wanted him to want me. Since it was Monday, I decided on a corporate look—a pair of wide-leg pants, a chic shirt, and sleek shoes. I put extra effort into my hair, glossed my lips generously, and when I looked in the mirror, I smirked. "Ooouwiii, that’s a hottie right there,” I murmured to myself. Who wouldn’t fall? My first class was at eight, then another at twelve. It was going to be a long day, but the thought of seeing Jayden made it better. When I stepped outside, Ava—my friend and neighbor—gasped.
I tore through my wardrobe in a desperate search, fabrics rumpled as I tossed aside options. Too formal. Too clingy. Too… desperate. My fingers brushed the black dress—the one that hugged every curve—and I held it up to the light. Nope. Too needy. A flush crept up my neck as last week’s memory flashes—his arms around me, the way I felt his breathe against my ear. Just a hug. Just a fleeting moment that had made all my senses come alive. I grabbed the trousers and t-shirt instead. I wanted the casual and unbothered look. Like I didn’t spend an hour searching for the perfect outfit. Four weeks had passed. One month of consistent calls and texts that left my stomach in knots and kept me yearning for more. Jayden insisted on taking things "slow," but every glance felt like a silent message. Tonight, though—tonight his home, his voice, his smile— I yanked open another drawer. Choosing an outfit had never been this difficult —Why was this so hard? Jayden’s voice from last night’s call
Jayden jiggles the key before the lock finally gives in—the door swings open and we step in. The ambience is welcoming and warm, A studio apartment with a single bed—neatly made by the window. I quickly scan the room—the tiled floor is neat and not a single thing was out of place. Jayden lighly settles on the small of my back guiding me forward towards the bed— I sit on the bed suddenly aware—we are alone. "Let me help you with that" his fingers brush my neck as he slides my bag strap off my shoulders and place it on the table. Thumb.... My heartbeat hammered against my in cage. I could barely catch my breath. The bed dips under his weight as he sinks down be side me—close enough that our knees touch. I let out a laugh—. Starring at the wall— avoiding Jayden's eyes. I might do something stupid if I start into those tempting eyes that look like they wanted to pierce into my soul. "You don't have to pretend with me" his voice quiet "Feel at home" he says squints closer. I sudden
I swing open the bath room door and stepped back into the room—I froze.My eyes shot wide. I spun around so fast I nearly tripped. Heat creeping up my neck—my cheeks flushed.He stood there, one brow lifted, lips curled in a smug smile. He didn’t flinch. He stood like a goddamn statue—perfectly carved .Jayden chuckled behind me..."There's nothing new to see here" he drawl. His voice thick with amusement."Put something one" I hissed, dragging in a shaky breathe—my eyes glued to the wall. His footsteps paded across the room. Then warm hands landed on my shoulder—turning me around gently.Before I could protest, he guided me to sit on the bed and nudged a take out box towards me."Not now, you need to eat" he said softly.The scent hit me—Chicken and chips. My stomach growled. I could not wait—I tore the package open and stuffed chips into my mouth like I hadn’t just been naked in front of him.I glanced up—and froze. My breath hitched. I was still naked. My arms wrapped around my c
The drive back home stretched longer than expected—every minute dragged out longer than the last. I stared out of the window, the city passing by in a blur, memories of our time together flooded my mind.He had told me to wear his shirt back home—he loved how it looked on me. I listened without protesting. When the Uber he ordered arrived, I didn't want to go back home but I had to leave—his cousin was returning home soon.Jayden’s shirt clung to my body, it was a reminder of what we’d shared. But it was more than just a piece of clothing to me—it felt safe.I slumped against the car seat—staring out the window absent-minded. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, warm and familiar, clinging to the shirt like it was taunting me. Every time the wind brushed against my skin, it felt like his touch again—soft, lingering.I step into the building, my eyes scanning the building. I hesitated in the hallway, steps slowing as I glanced around. If Ava saw me like this, she would
The morning sun filtered through the curtains softly—but it didn’t warm me. My body moved lazily, but my heart was in a mess.The weight of what happened yesterday still beared down on me. I dragged myself out of bed, changed into something decent, and grabbed my bag and file. Outside, the world continued like nothing had happened but I felt like I was still in a void—an emotional wreck. Classes had already started rounding up because of the exams. I sprint towards my department to catch up with submission of assignment. My head throbbed. My mind wandered. I had other assignments to submit, presentation to prepare for, and—of course—my final research paper to finalize. It seemed like my world was coming to an end. My phone which was my only support to type was going bad and really fast. After class, I went straight to my supervisor’s office. The paper was already a patchwork of sleepless nights and last-minute edits. I had made over a thousand corrections since the semester began
"Mom..." I yelled. "He's here," she said quickly. Then I heard it—my dad’s voice. An uncontrollable wail burst out of my mouth, loud and messy. "Shh, I’m fine, my daughter." "Can you hear my voice?" he added, his tone light, almost playful, like nothing had happened. But I couldn’t calm down. My vision blurred again. My thoughts spiraled. What if he broke an arm? A leg? What if something was torn or fractured and they were lying to me just to keep me from panicking? My mind wouldn’t stop. I was sobbing so hard my lungs ached. Ava stood beside me, gently rubbing my shoulder. She leaned in to eavesdrop on the conversation, her eyes starting to tear up. “Dad, where are you?... Just go to the hospital,” I begged, sniffling. “I’m fine, honey. I don’t have a single scratch,” he said. His tone sharper than I expected. That was so like him. Mr. Tate—always insisting he was fine. Always brushing things off, even when they were clearly serious. He would do what ever he wanted t
The drive back home stretched longer than expected—every minute dragged out longer than the last. I stared out of the window, the city passing by in a blur, memories of our time together flooded my mind.He had told me to wear his shirt back home—he loved how it looked on me. I listened without protesting. When the Uber he ordered arrived, I didn't want to go back home but I had to leave—his cousin was returning home soon.Jayden’s shirt clung to my body, it was a reminder of what we’d shared. But it was more than just a piece of clothing to me—it felt safe.I slumped against the car seat—staring out the window absent-minded. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, warm and familiar, clinging to the shirt like it was taunting me. Every time the wind brushed against my skin, it felt like his touch again—soft, lingering.I step into the building, my eyes scanning the building. I hesitated in the hallway, steps slowing as I glanced around. If Ava saw me like this, she would
I swing open the bath room door and stepped back into the room—I froze.My eyes shot wide. I spun around so fast I nearly tripped. Heat creeping up my neck—my cheeks flushed.He stood there, one brow lifted, lips curled in a smug smile. He didn’t flinch. He stood like a goddamn statue—perfectly carved .Jayden chuckled behind me..."There's nothing new to see here" he drawl. His voice thick with amusement."Put something one" I hissed, dragging in a shaky breathe—my eyes glued to the wall. His footsteps paded across the room. Then warm hands landed on my shoulder—turning me around gently.Before I could protest, he guided me to sit on the bed and nudged a take out box towards me."Not now, you need to eat" he said softly.The scent hit me—Chicken and chips. My stomach growled. I could not wait—I tore the package open and stuffed chips into my mouth like I hadn’t just been naked in front of him.I glanced up—and froze. My breath hitched. I was still naked. My arms wrapped around my c
Jayden jiggles the key before the lock finally gives in—the door swings open and we step in. The ambience is welcoming and warm, A studio apartment with a single bed—neatly made by the window. I quickly scan the room—the tiled floor is neat and not a single thing was out of place. Jayden lighly settles on the small of my back guiding me forward towards the bed— I sit on the bed suddenly aware—we are alone. "Let me help you with that" his fingers brush my neck as he slides my bag strap off my shoulders and place it on the table. Thumb.... My heartbeat hammered against my in cage. I could barely catch my breath. The bed dips under his weight as he sinks down be side me—close enough that our knees touch. I let out a laugh—. Starring at the wall— avoiding Jayden's eyes. I might do something stupid if I start into those tempting eyes that look like they wanted to pierce into my soul. "You don't have to pretend with me" his voice quiet "Feel at home" he says squints closer. I sudden
I tore through my wardrobe in a desperate search, fabrics rumpled as I tossed aside options. Too formal. Too clingy. Too… desperate. My fingers brushed the black dress—the one that hugged every curve—and I held it up to the light. Nope. Too needy. A flush crept up my neck as last week’s memory flashes—his arms around me, the way I felt his breathe against my ear. Just a hug. Just a fleeting moment that had made all my senses come alive. I grabbed the trousers and t-shirt instead. I wanted the casual and unbothered look. Like I didn’t spend an hour searching for the perfect outfit. Four weeks had passed. One month of consistent calls and texts that left my stomach in knots and kept me yearning for more. Jayden insisted on taking things "slow," but every glance felt like a silent message. Tonight, though—tonight his home, his voice, his smile— I yanked open another drawer. Choosing an outfit had never been this difficult —Why was this so hard? Jayden’s voice from last night’s call
My conversation with Jayden from the previous day echoed in my mind as I dressed for college. His voice had been softer than usual. What was it he said about being hurt before? About not wanting a relationship? Did he have a past he didn’t want to talk about? Or was he just not into women? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I rummaged through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit. I Wanted to look effortlessly stunning—school edition. If he saw me today, I wanted him to want me. Since it was Monday, I decided on a corporate look—a pair of wide-leg pants, a chic shirt, and sleek shoes. I put extra effort into my hair, glossed my lips generously, and when I looked in the mirror, I smirked. "Ooouwiii, that’s a hottie right there,” I murmured to myself. Who wouldn’t fall? My first class was at eight, then another at twelve. It was going to be a long day, but the thought of seeing Jayden made it better. When I stepped outside, Ava—my friend and neighbor—gasped.
Talking to Jayden became part of my days, from morning calls to afternoon texts and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. It was the perfect beginning. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, as if we had known each other forever. I was falling deeper and deeper, unable to resist the pull of his presence. He would share details of his day, update me on every little thing he was doing, and I found myself reciprocating. At this point, I felt like I was already his girlfriend, though he hadn’t asked me out yet. The waiting was unbearable. One evening, we found ourselves talking about relationships. I don’t know if it was the way his voice softened or the way his words landed too close to home, but I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t before. “I didn’t want anything serious before I met you,” he admitted. "I was done with love. I just wanted to focus on making money, graduate, and get better at programming" "A relationship wasn’t on my list. I've been hurt
I told myself it didn’t matter. That I wasn’t entitled to an explanation.I thought about it the whole time I was walking back home from school.He wasn’t my boyfriend.But no matter how many times I repeated it, the thoughts refused to settle. I knew what it meant for a guy like Jayden to spend the night at a girl’s house. The way he dismissed it so casually… was she just a fling?Or was I?My stomach twisted every time I thought about it.We weren’t dating, yet it still hurt like hell.I wasn’t waiting for his message. I told myself that over and over again. But each time I picked up my phone out of habit, of course—I found myself checking for his name.Nothing.Frustrated, I tossed my phone aside and tried to focus on something else. Anything else.Just when I was about to give up, my phone buzzed.His name lit up my screen.Jayden: Hey, what’s up?I stared at the message, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Was he texting me from her house? Had he just left? Or was she