Blindsided

Chapter 2

"Angelina Leos?" A senior called my name, butchering the pronunciation. He had his pen poised at the clipboard, reading off from the list of people who signed up for the picnic.

It was actually arranged by a group of seniors, but apparently, they've been doing this for three years so this picnic was very well organized. It was a strictly UoM student only picnic and they took our safety seriously, therefore the list.

I nodded my head and headed into the bus, Jenny following behind me after getting her name checked too. The duffel bags had already been loaded into the cargo section and that only left us with our purses. The huge bus had two columns of attached seats, one side had three seats attached, and the other had two.

I roamed my eyes around the bus, searching for a familiar face that I had been obsessing over ever since I stepped foot inside the University and slammed into him. I found him sitting on the side with the two seats, on the window seat.

Grey eyes the colour of liquid silver, so clear that they sometimes seemed colourless, a perfect aristocratic nose, high cheekbones and a defined clean jaw, with hair the colour of spun gold, Christian Malcolm looked as edible as the first time I met him. From where I was standing, I could only see his broad shoulders covered in a snug white tee, the rest of the view obscured by the seats.

I was going to make him mine today.

That was if I successfully carried out Plan Get Him, without somehow blotching it like I always did my chances when it came to him. And that was a big if.

Beside Chris, his best friend Matthew Dawson sat, busy in his phone. He probably must've been texting his girlfriend. Rumour was, Chris and Matt were best friends since high school, and while Chris was the popular manslut, Matt was a one woman guy. Their reputation remained intact from high school to the university. Matt and his girlfriend Felicia White had been together since high school and now both studied at UoM. It was rare to see one without the other. It was like they both were joined at the hip.

Well, everyone said that about Jenny and me too.

Thinking of the devil, Jenny came behind me and shoved me forward. I shook my head realising I was just standing in the middle of the seats and blocking the way. I quickly stumbled forward and took the seat on the opposite side of where Chris sat.

Jenny took the seat in the middle, the last window seat taken by Anna Marie, a cool chick with bright blue hair who liked to be left alone most of the time but was super sweet once you got past the 'I'm so tough I'll eat you for breakfast if you cross even a toe outta line' demeanour. We had hit it off after I helped her in an exam when she was stuck on the last question. She had been this close to having a mental breakdown, with tears and all, but I had been sitting on her right so I took pity on her and showed her the formula. She took it to heart and acted like I owed her a life debt or something.

Needless to say, the whole tough chick attire and the poker face were just a show, she was a softie from the inside. She was also quite smart and maintained a really great GPA. Probably why I had helped her out. She would've nailed the rest of the paper easily but I knew one wrong question would've made her really sad. I was the same so I understood.

I hated the kind of students who didn't study a word before the exam, partying and sleeping instead of revising, and then had the audacity to pester other students during the exam so that they could cheat their way out of the exam.

Anna Marie twisted her head around to see who had sit beside her. Her eyes lit up and held out a fist for me to bump. I grin at her and bump my fist on hers, remembering not to explode the fist after. Anna Marie hated people who did that.