Falling for the nerd is hard but falling for him only gets harder when it threatens to take away your status at the top of the social ladder.
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Olivia Thorne had never really...
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It had been an hour since I sat at The Bean house, trying desperately to shove the contents of my Calculus textbook into my head but no matter how hard I tried it wasn't working.
After meeting with my friends earlier and discussing about the Halloween party I was throwing, we all went our separate ways. I went to The Bean House.
Most people around my age that walked in here to get a drink gave me an incredulous look when they saw the books sprawled out in front of me. I understood, no one really studied on Saturday's.
I waved my hand to Lucille to get me another cup of coffee and she nodded once she understood what I was asking of her.
A minute after, a paper cup filled with the goodness called coffee was sitting in front of me. I gave Lucille a grateful smile and went back to my work. I still didn't understand what exactly I was getting wrong in this whole thing and that pissed me off more. Whoever created math, I hoped they died a slow, painful death.
A small bell went off and that only meant that someone just walked in. Curious to find out who, I looked up and groaned when I saw it was Ace.
Seriously does this guy follow me everywhere? Or could it just be coincidence.
As if sensing my gaze his eyes darted around the room till they landed on me. His face remained emotionless as usual and he turned away, heading straight for the counter.
I couldn't help but notice the camera hanging around his neck. It was like he carried it everywhere but school and probably work. As a witness to his pictures, I knew he was good at what he did.
He had his glasses on and his black hair fell over his face. His blue jeans and white T-shirt clung to his body in a sexy kind of way but you could only get a good view if you were looking straight at him, the jacket he had on covered most of his upper body. Also a backpack hung loosely over his shoulders.
Though the jacket still hugged his body, making you aware of the thick muscle underneath. It was obvious he worked out and that alone made me more curious about him.
In school he dressed like a nerd and out of school he dressed like an entirely different person. I must admit, he looked really hot and if I didn't know who he was in school I'd probably have my eye on him.
Holding his cup of coffee with his right hand, he tucked his hand into the pocket of his jeans, heading towards where I was seated. When I thought he was going to seat at my table, he took the seat on the other table and that way, he was facing me.
Up close, I could see the ink under his white shirt and my eyes widened in shock. Ace had tattoos? Who would have thought?
And it wasn't just one or two there, it was almost covering the entire portion of his chest I could see through his shirt. He took out his phone from his pocket, setting it on the table before setting his backpack on the table too.
