My mind started racing as I stared right back into his dark chocolate eyes.
It was him.
I could not believe it.
There, smiling his amazing smile at me was Evan.
Evan God damned Peters.
In this moment I was paralyzed as a billion things raced through my head.
1) How is he not barricaded my hundreds of screaming girls?
2) Of all people, this happened to ME?
3) He's even more beautiful in person.
4) WHAT DO I DO!?!?
5) Relax Alex. He clearly doesn't want to make a scene, so stay calm and act cool....
I took a deep breath and ushered out a few words as calmly as I could.
"Uh, so, um, Jake is it?" I laughed lightly.
"If you want to get through the day without being trampled, follow me"
He smiled and laughed.
Oh dear God I was melting.
"Alright. Um what's your name?" He asked.
"A-Alex." I stuttered stupidly.
***
We had about an hour to spare before out next class because we both had free periods. I, have knees made of jello and have no idea how I am managing to keep my cool, but I am. I took him to the only place I could think of in which we could be alone; a little area behind the quad that was enclosed on both sides by bushes. I'm surprised no one has found this area yet. I know this because I often forget my journals here and when I come back to collect them, they've been untouched. I usually come here during free periods or lunch. It's actually quite cozy and open, plus I've established a little nook in it from spending so much time here.
We get here and I plop down on a bean bag I dragged here in the beginning of the year. Evan plops down on Myra's bean bag.
"So, yea, Jake. How smooth..." I said.
"Ha, I was desperate." Said Evan.
"First question I have, why did you just agree to go somewhere with a girl you know was on to you?" I ask.
"Well, I would have rather have been interrogated by one beautiful person than being trampled my thousands of other inconsiderate people." He answered
Nope. Nope. Nope. I'm done.
Did he call me "beautiful"?
I'm clearly dreaming.
I bit the inside of my cheek to wake up.
Nope.
Not a dream.
Damn it.
"People forget that I'm a person. And that sucks. Like majorly." He continued, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel.
I checked the time on my phone. 10 mins till our next class.
"Listen," I started, "it was amazing saving you and all..." I laughed.
"Maybe you want to get coffee sometime?" He cut in, and smiled just enough to display his amazing dimples.
Again. I froze.
"S-sure. That would be great." I smiled.
"Lunch. Today. We can go to Starbucks. 12:30." He offered.
"Perfect. See you there." I said, my smile widening.
He winked and walked out of the nook.
"How?" Is all I think, walking to my next class.
***
Time passed and it was finally lunchtime. The 2 hours before 12:30 seemed to drag of for eons.
I'd gotten to Starbucks only to find a barista smirking at me. Oh God what was it. My hair? Did I spill something on my shirt? I turn around and head to the bathroom. I take 5 minutes to examine myself for anything that could embarrass me in front of Evan. I find nothing. I apply a fresh coat of cherry lip balm and head back out of the bathroom. I decide to go ahead and order some coffee.
"Alex?" The same smirking barista asks.
"Um, yea, what?" I ask back.
The barista just nods and flips her ponytail as she writes something on my cup.
"A super cute boy came in here earlier, and told me to write this message for a girl with green eyes and a dark messy bun around 12:30." She says.
"Did he now..." I smile.
As she handed me the coffee, I read the note.
For Alex - Meet me at the quad. - You know who.
Aww.
***
So, I was at the opening of the nook when I heard something crinkling inside. I entered and found Evan, with a bag from Panera.
Oh.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I just got Mac n' Cheese." He smiled and took out two boxes with condensation on the lids.
I smiled too. Firstly, because I couldn't believe Evan Peters was in front of me, offering me Mac n' Cheese, and secondly, because of how cleverly he played it off. With the note and then coming back to our little haven.
"It's perfectly fine, Evan." I said with a light laugh. God, saying his name aloud was surreal.
As we ate, we talked about ourselves. I told him about my journalism studies, and he just said he wanted to take a break from his acting "shit", and live like a normal person for once. I noticed something red on his hand, and it was the most adorable tattoo ever; a little red thumbs up symbol. As I did this, he asked my about my hand tattoos, of which I had two. I had a heart outline on my left pinky and an alien on my right pointer.
"They where kind of a 'spur of the moment' type things on my 18th birthday." I told him.
"Nice." He laughed.
He really was a great person. We exchanged phone numbers and made plans for Friday night at my place.
This is fucking awesome.