Fighting for Her Affection

The Beginning

Vienna:

 I wasn't having a good day. Hell, I never have a good day. It all started this morning, when I pulled on a pair of jeans that had a giant white paint mark on it- a mark that proves that I was the one who painted the garage door last summer, and not my whiny little brother. Just today, I've managed to trip 4 times, spill something 2 times and bang my head on something one time. Don't I deserve an award or something? I smiled at myself and tapped my fingernails on the counter at Starbucks, waiting for my Caramal Cinnamon skim latte. The aroma of freshly grinded coffee beans made its way into my nostrils, making my head spin slightly. Outside, it was so cold and...dark. I was almost tempted not to go home. I looked at my watch. 1:07 am. It was too late to drop by my friends' houses. 

"Here,"The freckled cash register handed me my latte and gave me a tired and forced smile. I gave her a weak grin and handed her a ten-dollar bill.

"Keep the change."I muttered and hurried to the door, feeling pleased that I didn't manage to trip over anything. I looked down at my milk stained sweater and sighed. I pushed open the door and hustled outside, before lifting up the cup to my lips. I was trying to wrestle my binder into my bag, put on my coat and balance my latte all at once.Of course, it didn't work out so great.

Splash!  As I felt someone pass me, I purposely leaned the other way, so that we wouldn't cross paths. I was almost done zipping up my coat when someone ran right into me. The coffee cup spun out of my hands and onto me. The brownish liquid soaked through my cashmere sweater, burning slightly on my skin. I yelped and cursed as the coffee cup dropped onto the snowy ground.

I looked up and was ready to kill the person that had ran into me. 

I froze.

 Okay, so there's always this moment in those romance films, where the girl character meets the guy character's eyes for the first time and BAM they fall in love, at first sight, just like that. Don't look at me like that! You know it's true! That happens in all of those stupid teen love movies. Hmm... it's funny because this is usually the time when I groan in annoyance and complains that I've picked the wrong movie... again. Well, the secret is: I love those cheesy, no-plot and corny teen romance movies. 

My eyes met a pair of stunning grey ones, and I could almost count his long, girl-like lashes. The guy standing before me rose an eyebrow, as if he was challenging me. He looked as if he knew a delicious secret and I didn't. His perfect lips curved upwards, as if he was hiding a smirk. I took in the sight.The guy was about my age, with perfectly tousled brown hair and a more than perfect face. He was very tall, about six-two, with... Okay. I'm no artist. I have no fancy words to describe the insanely hot guy standing in front of me. I apologize. But right then, I wish I did. I wish I knew how to describe the muscled flexing in his arm, and how I would die for his cheekbones and nose that looks more than fake. Under the dim street lights, he looked too good to be real. I was tempted to reach out and touch him. 

Yes, I know, you guys are all probably groaning and complaining that every freaking love story starts this way and you guys are just so sick and tired of these stupid encounters between the main characters. You all are probably shouting: "JUST KISS ALREADY." 

But of course, that's not what happens.

I looked at the guy beside him, who looked strangely familiar. With his sea blue eyes and sandy hair, he looked like one of those Abercrombie models come to life. I tilted my head and tried to compare the two. Which one was hotter? I thought for a moment. The dark haired guy is definitely more... handsome. But the sand haired one looked more... cute. The sandy haired guy stared right at me, shocked, but slightly amused.