Lei's POV

I stare at my math problem. I will for it to answer itself... and instead of it answering itself it just becomes blurry as my eyes start to water. I'm only on the second one. Goddamnit why do I have to take math in college? I stand up my from desk and throw my pencil at the math, like somehow that would hurt it and make me feel better. But it doesn't. The math continues sitting there, laughing at me.

"Take that!" I pour my water on the math and I feel better immediately. The water seeps into the paper making my writing blurry and more unreadable than before. The consequences are minimal to the sensation of winning, even if I didn't really win.

Now the soggy paper stares at me, and I groan. Now I have to rework the first problem because I can't read the damn paper. I collapse on my bed and grab a pillow. I pull it up to my face and I scream, all my frustration and irritation slightly disappear. Now I feel better. Now that I've ruined my homework, let's do something else.

A text ruins my next decision on how to avoid my math homework, I pick it up and see Izzy's name on my screen.

Izzy: are you free tn? wanna go on a blind date?

Who ever wants to go on a blind date? You dress up and meet a stranger that could potentially be a serial killer or a psychopath. Once, the date is over (if you even last that long) then you go home and never talk to them again. But yeah, a blind date over homework? Maybe. Answer to the original question: me.

is he cute?

Izzy: find out yourself

Izzy: tonight at the bench outside IHOP 7:30, i'll be on high alert for your text if you can't stand him, but he seems pretty nice, i think you'll like him

alright, he better be nice

Izzy: :)

I don't understand how Izzy knows so many guys that agree to go out on blind dates with her best friend. I've been on a blind date hiatus since she left for her honeymoon and I wasn't very disappointed, I have a solid relationship with my bed. That's all that matters.

I decide to start getting ready because I don't have anything better to do... other than math. Maybe I'll come back home tonight with a new sense of the math and understand it without a problem. Or maybe I'm dreaming. Why not start getting ready now? There's no time better than the present.

After I finish getting ready I decide to have another go at my math homework and after reworking the first problem, here I am. The second problem stares at me indignantly and I feel a sense of deja vu as I groan and bang my head against my desk.

"Adrian!" I shout and I hear footsteps coming quickly towards my room. He swings the door open with an alarmed look on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asks, panting.

"Can you help me with this math?" I give him my award winning puppy dog eyes but when I say the word "math" Adrian's face contorts into a look of disgust.

"No way, go torture someone else."

"But Adrian who else is going to be able to help me." I whine and Noah steps into my room. His presence makes my heart beat a little faster. I do a check of my room to make sure all my underwear and bras are in drawers where they should be. All good. I subconsciously fix my hair even though it's in a side braid and I already know it looks fine.

"Did I hear the call of an Angel asking for my help?" Noah grins at me and my heart flutters for a second. NO fluttering. I can feel Noah's lips on my neck. Oh my god, just stop thinking, feeling and feeling. You are untouchable.

"No, you heard the sound of Lei asking to torture someone." Adrian corrects him and walks out the door without a look back. I flip him my middle finger but unfortunately he doesn't see it.

Now that we're alone I look at Noah. He wears a black hoodie halfway on his head and black jeans, which he always wears after he's out for the day. He stands confident in the middle of my room. His brown hair curls and it's calling me. It's calling me over and asking me to run my hands through it. His green eyes, always with a glint of mischief in them, look at me and I feel as though he's drinking me in. I tilt my head.

Deja vu

I blink, trying to the remember the memory that flashed before my eyes. But it doesn't come back to me and I mentally huff. My brain absolutely hates me.

"So you need help with math?" He brings me back to reality and plops on my white bed, he immediately messes it up and I groan.

"Must you mess up the clean bed? And yes, I need help with math." I pick up my paper and shove it in his face. I've decided the only way I can be normal around him, is being hostile. So, hostile I shall be.

He takes the paper from my hand and stares at it. But he looks like his brain is actually working, like he might actually understand the enigma written on my paper. He mouths numbers as he works through my work.

"The first one is wrong." He deadpans and I gasp.

"How could you say that?! Do you know how long I took on that problem? Why are you so sure it's wrong? Are you trying to kill me?" I snatch the paper back and look at my work.

How did I get it wrong?

"I'm going to answer just one of those questions. No, I am not trying to kill you. I'm quite good at math and so I will grace you with my help and presence." He says and pushes me back into my chair and leans over me.

Turns out that Noah is good at college level math. Who knew? I know I certainly didn't. He explained to me what I was getting wrong and how to correct it. He helped me rework my first problem and it was so bad, I don't even know what I was thinking. Then he helped me through the first 4 and then watched me as I did the rest of them. I did them without a problem and I felt a sense of pride when I was done. I think Noah did too.

I check the time on my phone and it's currently 7:03. I look at Noah who is still leaned over me for no apparent reason, he said he was checking my work, but how long does that take?

"I have to go." I say standing up and Noah stands up straight as well.

"Where are you going?"

I rush around my room grabbing my wallet, a clear lip gloss and my keys. I stick my phone in my back pocket and look in the mirror propped up against my wall. I look good.

"A blind date, Izzy set it up for me. Hopefully I meet my true love, but that probably won't happen." I explain as I walk out of my room and towards the front door.

"A blind date? I never thought you would be the type trying to get kidnapped by psychopaths." He chuckles and follows me to the front door.

"I'm not trying, but it might happen." I say, shrugging my shoulders and I turn back to him when I'm at the top of the stairs. He smiles at me and I feel giddy, suddenly I'm not hungry anymore.

"How do I look?" I ask him and his smiles softens. He looks at me as if it's the first time he's ever seen me. His eyes tip-toe down me and he raises his eyes back to mine. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"You look beautiful," he says and I reward him with a smile, "don't have too much fun without me."

I begin walking down the stairs and wave to say a goodbye.

"I won't and thank you. Bye Noah, I'll see you later."

I hit the last step and look back up to meet green eyes. Noah leans against the door and I go to walk to my car but he calls my name.

"Lei!"

"Yeah?" I say loudly so he can hear me and I wonder what this boy has up his sleeve. His face changes from his smile into a devilish grin.

"You've already met the love of your life. Text me if you need me, Angel."

With that, he waves and closes the door. Leaving me gaping like a fish out of water. Probably because I am out of water. I'm out of my comfort zone and I have been ever since Noah got here.

...

I step out of my car into the setting sun and the glowing sign of IHOP stands proudly in front of the well-light restaurant. I walk up the side walk and brace myself for the face of my blind date. I turn the corner and see the bench. A boyish figure sits on the bench with a hand running through his hair and his leg bouncing at a million times an hour. I walk closer and see that he has blonde hair that is so dark it may be light brown.

Wait, I know this guy.

"Drew?" I ask and walk until I'm in front of the guy. I'm right. Drew Smith smiles up at me and I'm confused.

"Are you here to spy on my date?" I ask and he laughs easily as if I'm a comedian and actually said something funny.

"No, I'm here to take you on a date." He offers me his arm, I take it but I'm still surprised.

"You're here... take me on a date?" I question him and he smiles back. His smile hasn't faltered this whole time.

"Yes, Lei." He patiently says and I feel like a child for a second.

No, you are a confident, sexy, badass independent woman. You are not a child. Damn right, I'm right.

"It's not really a blind date then, is it? If you know the person." I walk into IHOP and Drew gestures to the hostess that we need a table.

"I guess it's just a normal date then." Drew says and he follows the lady into the restaurant. I stare at the back of his head and wonder if this is a joke. Why is Drew on a date with me? He doesn't even like me. Does he feel pity? Does he pity the fact that I cannot hold onto a guy for the life of me? All we are is friends. Friends don't go on dates like this and they don't call it a date.

We sit down and I scoot in on the bright blue booth, Drew does the same across from me. I continue to stare at Drew with a questioning face. He pays no attention and looks through his menu.

"Wait, do you like actually like me?"

Drew's head pops up from his menu, "Yes I like you Lei."

"So this is like an actual romantic type date?" I ask still unsure of the information coming through my ears and into my brain.

He nods at me, "Yes it's a romantic date."

I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest.

"I don't believe you. Are you sure you have the right girl?"

"Yes. Lei, " He sighs before continuing, "I've liked you since Junior year but you never noticed. I was too much of a chicken to tell you and I figured it would go away but it hasn't and I don't think it ever will. So, I want you to please give me a chance and think of me as a different Drew. One that isn't like your brother, Drew that wants to be more than your friend if you'll let him."

My emotions are on overload, this is a lot of information that I need to gather and connect the dots too. But I overlook this and I feel butterflies in my stomach as he looks at me with a sincere smile. He's so adorable I think I could puke.

Many questions are in my mind. But I know he was telling the truth because he's my best friend and I know when he's lying. He wasn't lying. The only thing I wish is that he would've told me this before now. I don't know why, but before would have been a better time for this information. I can focus on the details of all of this later. I know the answer I want to give him.

"I'll give you a chance."

...

hello, goodnight

drew

or

noah?

'til next time, haylizzle
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