Chapter 2- The Professor

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Chapter 2


His bright, vibrant blue eyes make eye contact with mine, making me gasp. "Yeah, I should've thought about the people before I moved here."

I try to look away, but there's something about him that makes me want to study him.

He smiles. Oh good lord, his smile. As he smiles you can definitely tell that he has good hygiene, seeing how white his teeth are.

"You seem on edge." He states, tilting his head as if he were trying to study me.

I laugh quietly, though it's true. My father always puts me on edge, I never get a break from him. "Because I am." I say, running my hand through my wet hair.

"Why's that?" He asks, suddenly moving to the chair right beside me.

My body tingles at the feeling of how close he is to me. Wow, just met him and I'm already feeling this way?

I smell his cologne (which smells amazingly good). He's tan, muscular, and has a great jaw. He has a little bit of facial hair which makes him look manly and mature. His dark brown hair really shows off his eyes. His eyes are probably one of his best features he has, other than his adorable smile.

I raise a brow. "You're a stranger, why would you want to know my problems?"

"Because I'd like to get to know you better." He says, still not breaking eye contact with me.

"I'm not that interesting or appealing in any way, there's not much about me to get to know." I say, resting my head on my hand while looking at him.

"You're lying." He says while sexily smirking towards me.

I move the straw around in my water that the lady had just given me. "Again, you're a stranger, I don't even know your name."

He smiles. Oh god, now I know what my weakness is. It's this strangers smile. "I'm Bryant." Gosh he even has a sexy name.

I'm not trying to play hard to get or anything, it's just not very many hot guys talk to me.

"Well Bryant, I'm not a very open or friendly kind of person, so I'd advise you that I shouldn't be the one you're talking to." I answer back with a small smile on my face.

He laughs quietly. "Well, you really know how to give an honest truth, don't you?"

"I guess so." I answer. He tilts his head once again and just stares at me as if he's trying to find something. "What?" I nervously smile.

"Nothing." He says and looks away.

"No, you're obviously trying to figure something out. What is it?" I ask curiously, taking a sip from my water.

"I'm trying to figure you out." He answers back.

"There's nothing to figure out about me, I'm just in this restaurant, getting a bite to eat." I say. "See? Nothing interesting."

"You know what?" He asks. "You can really tell a lot about someone by their name, so what's your name? Stranger."

I bite my lip nervously. "It's Clarence."

"Ah, Clarence." He says. The way he says my name sends chills up my spine. "They say Clarence is a French word, bright. Huh?"

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