Falling

Chapter 1

He asked for salt! So help me!!!

Noah is in my booth at the restaurant where I work at asking for salt! I feel my cheeks turn rosy as they burn up while I walk back to the kitchen to grab our finest salt shaker. Most of them are pretty beaten. Some of them don't even have caps anymore.

He is so attractive! His green eyes and fine line tattoos pierces through me. My knees grow weak and I can feel my heart doing cartwheels in my stomach. His rugged features captivate me completely. Holy hell, he is truly God's gift to women! I can't keep my eyes off him. Is it weird to think that I want to lick him.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

I say invitingly as I place the salt shaker next to his plate.

My fingers are fiddling with them hem of my skirt. I can feel how my cheeks are starting to burn up. My palms are sweaty and clammy. I turn around to head back to the counter where my best friend Anna is standing excitedly ready to let out a squeal at any moment. I can see her cheeks purking up along with her eyebrows as she smiles from ear to ear. It's like she's ready to jump on me from excitement.

"So...What did lover boy say?"

Her voices pitches as she asks and follows me around like a lost puppy sucking to hear the story.

"Stop calling him that will you! Someone might hear you! And nothing he just asked for the salt. Anna he is so perfect! I can't believe he spoke to me even if he just asked for the salt, he actually noticed me." I say hopeful.

"Damn right he noticed! With legs like yours who can't notice?" she teases as she points to my legs sticking our from underneath my uniform.

We work at a social restaurant a block from campus. It's not luxurious and we're definitely not rolling in the money but it's enough to come by. We have a mean burgers and competitive karaoke on Wednesdays which that alone makes this job enjoyable. We look forward to seeing frat boys drown their sorrows then singing it aloud. I think it must be so freeing to make a fool of yourself and people actually find it amusing.

Tips are good too, nothing above average. I think it's mostly because of our uniforms. Definitely created for the male gaze. We have black skirts about 5 fingers above the knees, a black apron that covers the front of the skirt and to tie it all together a black tank top that hugs our boobs just enough to create a unnoticeable cleavage. On the left of the top the restaurant logo and our name tags brand us. I normally wear white sneakers and add a white bow to my ponytail. Very basic uniform, but a little too much skin for my liking.

My attention jabs back to Noah. His gathering his things as he prepares to make his way to the checkout counter. As he pulls his card out of his wallet I notice his hands.

He has small finger tattoos, his nails are short, well groomed. My eyes catch a tattoo on his wrist lingering up his arm, I can't tell what it says because its hidden by his leather jacket. The leather jacket of course is because he rides a motorcycle.

What i would give to be n the back of his motorcycle! I am so hypnotized by this man. He is pure perfection, not a thing out of place. His perfectly chiseled body held up by a knife sharp jawline and piercing green eyes. Luscious brown hair and soft tanned skin. There is something so mysterious about him. He looks dangerous but so right. He is in a band, best know I know all their songs because the stalker that I am can't get enough. His the lead singer but plays the guitar as well. He's voice is electric, it shoots through you like lightning hits the surface of the ground.

"Can I pay?" he interupts my daydreaming.

I jerk as I startle "Of Course! Will it be cash or card?" I ask a little too overfriendly. I cringe as I hear the words rumble out of my mouth. I can't seem to wipe this smug smile of my face.

"Well I have my card in my hand so.." he says dryly. He probably thinks I am such a airhead. I literally watched him take the card out of his wallet. GOSH MARGAUX! Can you be any more stupid I think to myself. So much for playing it cool.

He taps his card and leaves me a 10% tip. It's a little below the average of what people normally tip I'll admit, but maybe his conservative when it comes to spending. I cant help but continue to drool over him as he leaves.

Leroy walks in which is my coworker. We don't see much of each other. When my shift ends his shift starts. I greet him quickly and rush out the door so I'm not late for class. In the car on the way there I rehash my conversation with Noah regretting what I said and revising on what I should've said.

I get to class 2 minutes before it's suppose to start I see our professor making conversation with someone outside of the classroom, that buys me enough time to get settled inside. I gather my things from my backpack and place them in strategic order on my desk, everything has its own spot.

Next to me a seat is open which most of the time is reserved for Anna. She is late as per usual. I wonder what could be holding her up today. Who am I kidding she's probably having a hot makeout session with some frat boy she picked up along the way. Shes a free spirit, impulsive, charismatic and a little bit of a slut. Totally not shaming her, she's a s****l being and she takes pride in her achievements. We do clash however, I am such a relationship girly, I don't do casual hookups. Im in-love with love. Romantic movies are my favourite genre. Im a sucker for the typical falls in love, main character moment, self destruction and then the makeup. That story line never gets old. I pick a fairytale any-day!

A loud thud in the chair beside me startles me. A giant of a man flops himself in the seat and gives a dramatic sigh. He looks frustrated, irritable and I can tell he really would rather be anywhere besides in this classroom.

Dean Sinclair. What a mood spoiler! If there's anything I hate more in life than I jock I would pay good money to see it. They are self obsessed, arrogant, childish and above all they get everything handed to them on a silver platter.

"Excuse me, this seat is taken. Wouldn't kill to ask, you know" I say to him in an irritating tone.

He looks at me like I have just cracked a joke. He gives a grin and his eyes light up.

"Relax baby, it's only a chair." He says sarcastically.

Oh my f**k! I want to slap that smug smile off his face! Who does he think he is? Maybe it's difficult for him to understand under that thick skull of his that not everyone is dripping at the thought of him sitting next to them. Let alone, might I say repulsed by his presence.

He is the captain and quarterback of our football team at Beaufort. As you can imagine that boosts his ego through the roof. From what I can gather he's life pretty much revolves around football, training, girls, frat parties and his team. I bet he kisses his biceps good morning in-front of the mirror. Look I don't know him personally but he definitely seems shallow, unable to get in touch with his feelings definitely falling into the toxic masculinity category.

"What did you just say?! Do not ever call me that again, in-fact don't ever utter another word my way, understood?!" I say firmly.

I am so annoyed I could rip the hair out of my scalp! This just proves my damn theory about these jocks. ENTITLED!

He raises his eyebrows, the lines on his forehead start appearing as he frowns. Again with a smug grin on his face, he looks like he's enjoying this conversation, as if he is getting a kick out of my annoyance. I can barely breathe as his f**k boy cologne is suffocating me. Whatever it is he uses, not only did he probably use the entire bottle but it's most likely advertised as a panty dropping perfume. The girls around us seem to get aroused just by the whiff it leaves when he moves around.

He clearly couldn't care enough to be here. He's not even wearing proper clothes. This is clearly lounge wear.

He is wearing a black compression shirt, which he lathered in his signature scent. It outlines his define physic which I am sure he trains very hard to maintain. Grey sweatpants and white sneakers. On his desk lays a black sweater with a gigantic sized water bottle next to it. It looks like he brought a water tank to class.

He proceeds to get comfortable in the seat next to me despite my objections. Out of his backpack he pulls a single notebook. He's backpack is empty besides for the notebook. Shocker! He can't even remember his books. He opens the notebook and lo and behold not a single word written. It's blank!

"Hey baby, do you have an extra pen?" He asks teasingly.

"Are you deaf or just stupid? I am not your baby, I have a name DEAN!"

"And no! You can bring your own damn pen!"

"RUDE!" He says shocked, holding his hand to his heart as if I had hurt his feelings.

He proceeds to lean over to my desk and grab my pencil case. He unzips it and takes out my pink pen with daisies.

"This one is just perfect! Thanks love!" He says with a smile. He knows he's a pain in my ass. He is enjoying being a pain in my ass too!

I sit there looking at him, my jaw is practically on the floor. I am shook by the sight of this idiots arrogance.

The door of the classroom slams close as our professor walks in and she immediately starts talking.

"Welcome Mr.Sinclair, happy to see you're on time." She says as her eyebrows rises above her glasses as she makes eye contact with Dean. She is strict, she likes order and rewards honest work.

"Mr.Sinclair will be joining us this semester. Because we have already finalised our transcript for the play he will be help with directing it. Margaux as head of the theatre team I trust you will take him under your wing and help him...That's all, now let's move on to today's lesson."

What the f**k! I have been head of the theatre team for almost 2 years, I have orchestrated and written every transcript. Every single year I make sure that everything runs as smooth as possible. Not a thing goes unnoticed and every detail is planned to a tee.

Now I am forced to work with this jackass! I am furious! For the first time ever I am thinking about dropping the play. That's how serious this is for me. I would rather swallow a wet pair of jeans whole than interact with Dean any further.

I hear the whispers of the girls around me. They all seemed thrilled that the supposed s*x god will be working with us. I cannot imagine a bigger nightmare quite frankly. I need to fix this immediately because there is absolutely no f*****g way this is happening.

Noah will be in charge of our soundtrack for the play. I was hoping to grab the opportunity to spend more time with him and actually get him to notice me. It was the perfect opportunity, we can brainstorm together, rehearse together and build conversations that doesn't include me waitering his table. Now, I am stuck "helping" this asshole who thinks he's a stud.

I am so upset I bet you could practically see the smoke coming out of my ears. I know better than to argue with our professor. What she says goes..I know that. f*****g dam-it!!!! I could rub my eyes with sandpaper and It'll still be a better scenario.

The class is dismissed after a long, painful lecture. I didn't take in a damn thing. I am so distracted by the thought of my whole play crashing and burning because of Dean.

I hear everyone in class wrestling with their backpacks as they pack their things away. I do the same, gather my things shove them in my backpack aggressively. Anyone with eyes could tell my mood is sour.

In the corner of my eye I see Noah approaching me. Though I had expected it because we have rehearsals later today and we need to confirm details beforehand I am still caught off guard.

I guess when your crush even so much as looks your way all the confidence and cool get sucked right into the deepest layers of earth.

He opens his mouth to starts asking a question,

"See you later then babe!" The f*****g imbecile which is Dean mutters next to me cutting Noah off before he can form a word. Yet again with that f**k ass smile.

You know what's worse than interacting with him? Having the boy which I am CRAZY for thinking I am dating this shallow prick.

I turn to Noah, smiling and acting like Deans comment didn't just piss on my batteries.

"So rehearsals is at 16:00, I can meet you at 15:45 in the auditorium to discuss the soundtrack and hear your thoughts?" He says unfazed.

"Perfect, yeah that works for me." I answer quickly. Too quickly!

"We aren't dating btw, me and dean." I say assuredly.

"Okay..." he says with a frown on his face. Most likely thinking what the f**k he is suppose to do with that information.

"Cool, see you later then." I say awkwardly. What a joke! Margaux you are a god damn joke! He definitely thinks I am cooked! Loony tunes! Why the f**k would I even say that!!!!!

Urgh I am so frustrated this day has been a nightmare!

I get to the auditorium at 15:35. Ten minutes early so I can mentally prepare myself to not f**k up the conversation with Noah. I lock my bike to the metal frame and make my way inside.

I lay my things down on the chair in the front row and get my notes out. I read through everything once again that we need to cover today making sure I am 100% prepared and confident in my abilities.

"You know it's dangerous to ride with a flat tire right?" Dean once again interrupts. This time holding my bike's tire up in the air.

"What the actual f**k are you doing here? And why on Gods green earth is my bikes tire in your hand?"

"Rehearsal remember, coach. And Ill have you know that it could be life threatening to ride your super fast bicycle with a flat tire, you might fall and crack that stubborn ass head of yours "

"First of all your way to early, secondly I have a meeting with Noah beforehand which you are definitely not invited too!"

"Sure I am, not to worry, I wont interrupt your Shakespeare love story." He chuckles.

"What, no it's not- What are you talking about." I ask but I can feel my cheeks burning up as I say it.

"Why are you blushing then, baby?" He asks teasingly with a smile that would make most girls spiral and greet him with open legs. Not me though!