Accidentally yours

DRIVING ME CRAZY

I was so shocked that, for a second, I thought I was imagining things.

But judging by the look on Alex's face, he seemed just as surprised as I was.

Slowly, I stepped toward the door.

My hand wrapped around the handle, and I pulled it open.

There he was.

Standing right in front of me.

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, pinning me gently but firmly against the wall. One hand covered my mouth.

My eyes widened.

His dark gaze locked onto mine.

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.

Neither of us moved.

The world seemed to disappear around us.

Then he finally spoke.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

His voice was low.

Not cold.

Not angry.

Just... frustrated.

As if he was trying to convince himself of something.

Before I could respond, he released me.

The moment his hand left my mouth, he stepped back.

Then he turned and walked away.

Fast.

Almost as though he was running from something.

Or someone.

I stood frozen in place, staring at his retreating figure until he disappeared into the darkness.

What on earth had just happened?

Completely confused, I returned to my room.

Alex's POV

That girl.

Ana.

She was driving me insane.

Ever since the day she crashed into me, she had been stuck in my head.

And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her out.

I'd dated girls before.

Plenty of them.

But this was different.

Annoyingly different.

The day I fought Daniel, I noticed her standing there in the crowd.

The second our eyes met, everything else disappeared.

The noise.

The people.

The anger.

All I could see was her.

And then there was the party.

Girls surrounded me all night.

Laughing.

Flirting.

Trying to get my attention.

Usually, I wouldn't have minded.

But that night, I couldn't stop looking for Ana.

Every few minutes, my eyes found her again.

I told myself it meant nothing.

I was lying.

When I finally decided to walk over and talk to her, she ran.

Actually ran.

The memory still irritated me.

Was she afraid of me?

Did she think I was some kind of monster because of the fight?

The thought bothered me more than it should have.

Days passed.

Instead of forgetting her, I thought about her even more.

Which made absolutely no sense.

I barely knew her.

So why was she constantly on my mind?

I tried distracting myself.

It didn't work.

I tried ignoring her.

That didn't work either.

Then she somehow ended up inside my room after climbing through my window.

Even now, I couldn't believe that had happened.

The smart thing would've been to stay away from her.

Instead, I carried her back to her dorm.

And the entire walk, all I could think about was how small and fragile she felt in my arms.

That was exactly when I knew I was in trouble.

So I told her to stay away from me.

I wanted her to hate me.

Maybe if she hated me, I'd stop thinking about her.

Unfortunately, that plan failed too.

Because here I was.

Standing outside the female dormitory in the middle of the night.

Waiting.

For her.

Pathetic.

I knew.

Yet I couldn't leave.

Then I saw movement.

A figure stepped out of the building.

As she walked closer, the light fell across her face.

Ana.

My chest tightened.

For a second, neither of us moved.

I couldn't believe she was actually standing there.

And judging by the look in her eyes, she couldn't believe it either.

The urge to pull her closer was sudden and completely irrational.

I hated it.

I hated how much she affected me.

I hated how relieved I felt just seeing her.

Most of all, I hated the fact that I couldn't stay away from her.

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I pushed her away.

Again.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

The words sounded harsh.

But they weren't for her.

They were for me.

Because I was the one failing to stay away.

The second I let her go, I walked off before I did something stupid.

Back in my room, I took a cold shower and threw myself onto the bed.

But even then, my thoughts wouldn't leave me alone.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

The way she looked at me.

Sleep came eventually.

Unfortunately, Ana followed me there too.

In the dream, she was standing beneath the rain, her dark hair damp, her eyes fixed on mine.

Neither of us spoke.

We just stared at each other.

The same way we always seemed to do.

Slowly, she stepped closer.

My pulse quickened.

Closer.

And closer.

Until there was barely any space between us.

"Ana..."

Her name left my lips like a confession.

She smiled.

Then reached for me.

The moment her fingers brushed my skin, something inside me snapped.

I pulled her into my arms.

The world around us disappeared.

There was only her.

Her scent.

Her warmth.

The way she looked at me as though I was the only person in existence.

For the first time in days, my mind felt quiet.

Peaceful.

Like I'd finally found something I didn't know I was searching for.

Then her face moved closer.

My breath caught.

Everything blurred.

Everything intensified.

And just before our lips met—

I jerked awake.

Breathing hard.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

The room was dark and silent.

I sat there in the darkness, staring at the ceiling.

My heart still hadn't slowed down.

This wasn't normal.

None of it was.

I'd known Ana for less than a week.

Less than a week.

Yet somehow she was in my head when I woke up.

In my head when I fell asleep.

And now she was invading my dreams too.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and let out a frustrated breath.

"What the hell is happening to me?"