The Confidence of a Nerd

Chapter 5 (EDITED)

When I finally pin the bastard down, he looks really dizzy. Honestly I probably should have pinned him down sooner but he was wiggling out of my locks like a worm. When Max announces that I've won, I climb on top of the rope and out the ring, smiling and waving as I make my way to my new money. I open the envelope and my money, it looks like all 7,000 dollars is there. I grin, I'll add most of this to my savings but the rest can go to getting some Doctor Who merch to which I definitely don't have enough of. I decided not to spend any more time in this crowded place because I'm tired and I want to go home. I walk through the crowd, people pushing and getting excited for the next match while I make my way outside to my motorcycle. I open the door to get ready to leave when I hear footsteps coming my way.

"Wait!" I hear someone shouts and before I can turn around, someone grabs my arms. I feel them tug and I spin into well defined arms and pectoral muscles so big they could be pillows. I slowly look up only to see stunning grey eyes boring into me, I shudder. I've never seen him this up close before and now that I have, I'm in awe. Every breath I take feels sharp as my eyes start to wander from his beautiful eyes to his tantalizing lips. That's when I notice a smirk forming onto that face, surprisingly enough, I don't hate it this time. I giggle, maybe he's cast a spell on me or something because I don't remember the last time a sound like this left my mouth.

"Hi," he says looking into my eyes and the smirk he had was replaced by a soft and gentle smile, I was entranced. I've never seen such a beautiful person in my life, is what I ended up thinking. I shook my head, putting my hands on his chest and slightly pushing him away, getting some much needed space from that smile. He's gorgeous, I can admit, but that doesn't change the fact that he's partially why school has become such a headache. It's okay to be cordial but I shouldn't be swooning over him.

"I'm guessing you saw me back there, huh?"

"Yeah, Lia, you kicked ass. Technically, my brother's ass but the idiot thinks he's invincible so it was going to happen one day. I'm just glad he wasn't seriously injured or anything."

His hands that were holding my arms slinks to my waist and I gasp, my heart beginning to pound dramatically. Thoughts begin to rage into my mind at the speed of sound. Why's he holding me like this? Why isn't he upset that I hurt his brother? That look, I'm going to stop breathing if he doesn't stop it. Why's he looking at me like that? His hands are on my waist! What should I do? Do I say something? I should tell him that his brother probably needs more training before being up here. What if he gets mad? Why do I care if he gets mad? Ugh!!!

"I don't mean to be rude, he's talented for sure, but he could use a bit more training before he sets up matches like this."

"I get what you mean, I told him the same thing but he doesn't listen to me. He's had good luck lately, he's been winning matches by a hair's breadth so I've been coming to watch, figured he'd get his ass beat someday soon. I'm kind of glad it was you who did."

"You're a good big brother."

I smile, his hands pull me a bit closer to him. He turns us around and pushes me gently against the wall until my back hits it and my body goes stiff from head to toe. I've never been in a situation like this so I don't really understand what I should be doing. I looked up into his eyes again and his soft smile was like pins to my heart, stabbing me in places that made me breathless and confused.

"I-I heard that you were the one who got in trouble for the prank I pulled with Brian...." He rubs his shoulders awkwardly while his grey eyes search through mine. "Sorry about that, beautiful." He leans down and I can't help but marvel at the fact that his face is so close, unprepared when a soft and gentle kiss lands on my cheek. My hand raises to my cheek immediately after the soft lips are gone and all that's left at tingles and heart throbbing. My lips part as I look at him, terrified to move because I want to stay like this for as long as humanly possible. Not only did he apologize to me.... he even kissed me. It was only on the cheek, but still, I can't stop looking into his gentle eyes. I can't pull myself away from this moment. He digs his hands into his pockets and he pulls out a sharpie. Taking the cap off with his teeth he grabs my hand and he writes his number onto my hand. I try to ignore the sparks flying around because of his touch on my hand as well as the lingering effect of his lips on my cheek, but I fail.

He probably doesn't mean much with those words or these gentle touches, I try to convince myself. This doesn't mean anything at all, he's just being nicer to me so that I'll pretend to be his girlfriend or whatever. Slowly breathing in and out, I close my eyes. I try to shake off all of the butterflies fluttering around inside me and when I open my eyes, he's still there. He's still towering over me, one arm on the wall and the other on my waist. He's still undeniably swoon worthy but I try not to check him out too much. He might not care about me and this might be him just playing nice to get what he wants but at the end of the day, he made me feel beautiful. I smile, I'm never telling him that though. I gaze into his eyes that seem to be glistening with every minute that I'm quiet. Getting on my tip toes, I lean into him so that our noses are almost touching. Rubbing our noses together for the briefest of moments, I feel his breath on my lips and as he leans in to give me a kiss, I raise my hands onto his cheek and shudder. Moving away from his lips, I plant my lips onto his cheek and I let the kiss linger a bit. Ducking under his arms, I open the door and I pause before leaving and trying not to look back.