My face on fire, unable to meet his eyes, I try to move the conversation along so I can get out of here, “Thank you for trying to help, Kohl, but I would like to drink my coffee and I need to get to class soon.”
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry about the mess,” he apologizes, hanging his head.
Edging around him, rushing into the main part of the coffee shop, I feel guilty at his saddened tone, offering him a smile over my shoulder, “It’s fine, Kohl.” Continuing to the table I had chosen, where Ronnie is sitting, I slide into the chair across from her.
“Where did you go?” she asks.
“Someone spilled coffee on me, I was trying to dry some of it off. How did you get this table? That rude bitch made it clear that it was hers.”
“She’s a sorority pledge, I told her to move her ass. I heard what she said to you. She won’t be joining our sisterhood anytime soon, snarky bitch,” she snaps, pushing my coffee to me.
Checking the time on my phone, I realize I need to go if I’m going to make it to the union before class. “Shoot, I gotta go, Ron.”
Grabbing my coffee and backpack, she asks, “Want me to walk you?”
“No, sit. Enjoy your coffee. I’ll see you after class,” I reply, racing to the door. Hurrying I pushing it open not paying attention to where I’m going, slamming into a wall of the impressive chest and another steaming cup of coffee. Once again dumping its contents down the front of my sweatshirt when the cup crushes against me.
“Damn it,” I shout. The face of the offender is none other than Kohl.
“Jesus. You need to wear a bell,” I huff frustrated while the cold air hits the liquid on my shirt freezing it to my skin.
“Ah fuck, I’m sorry, again.”
“Fine, fine. I’ve gotta go. I have to get this off me before it’s permanently frozen to my skin,” I say, shoving past him.
His long legs eat up the distance I’ve made as he falls into step beside me. “Wait, I brought you a shirt,” he calls holding out a balled up white t-shirt.
“You bought me a shirt at the union?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, he says, “Um, no. I went to my room and grabbed you one of mine.”
“Kohl, we tried this earlier. You’re tall and skinny. I’m not. Your shirts won’t even fit over one of my boobs. Why do you even care? Shouldn’t you be off with Chase and the team finding a new conquest or bouncing a ball or something?” I ask frustrated, looking at the mess on my shirt.
“This one’s big. I made sure it would fit you,” he says. “Wait, no; that sounded bad. I mean, I think it will fit over your chest,” he corrects himself while red rises to his cheeks and he stares longingly at my chest. Shaking his head, he continues, “I care because I spilled coffee on you. Not just once but twice and you may not know this yet, but I’m one hell of a nice guy,” he informs me smirking, forcing the shirt into my hands.
Arrogant asshole, I don’t have time for this bullshit, if I keep up this conversation I’ll be late for class. Ripping the shirt from his hands. “Fine, I’ll try it. But don’t be offended if it doesn’t fit,” I retort stomping into the union to change.
Once I’m sealed away in the bathroom, cursing his clumsiness under my breath, I toss my sweatshirt off. Shivering when the cold material clears my head. Pushing the white shirt over my head, my heart drops to my feet when I see Kohl’s reflection behind me in the mirror.
“Ack, fuck. What the hell are you doing?” I screech.
“I wanted to make sure you actually tried it on instead of telling me it didn’t fit,” he says with a devious grin.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are or what the fuck you think you’re doing but this is not ok with me,” I fume, forcing the shirt down over my chest. It’s tight. So tight it rolls up at my waist. But it’ll work. Looking down to the front of the shirt I see it says, “JSU Fighting Berries Team Squad.”
“What shirt is this, Kohl?”
“One of my practice shirts,” he answers. His eyes feasting on the tight material stretched across my chest. “It fits you nicely,” he acknowledges while his eyes peruse my chest.
“Uh, actually, no it doesn’t and my eyes are up here not down there. I’ve got to get to class, so thank you. I’ll wash it and get it back to you later this week but I will warn you it will be stretched out in the chest area,” I explain pulling my coat and gloves back on. Thinking, at least my coat will cover it.
“No, it’s fine, you keep it. I want you to have it,” he offers. “Can I walk you to your class?”
Frustration is making my eye twitch, this man is becoming a pain in my ass, “Why?” I bark.
“Look, I know you have had a rough month but I’m not the enemy here, Tensanne. I’m a nice guy wanting to get to know a nice girl. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while and the coffee gave me a perfect reason.”
Squinting my eyes at him, I relent, “I’m going to be late; I don’t have time to argue. If you want to walk with me there is really nothing I can do to stop you but I need to go.”
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Kohl
I’m such a fucking clumsy idiot. It’s bad enough that I spilled
