When Sparks Fly...Chapter 2

*I am so nervous about posting this story, I swear! Esp. after 'It Could Be Him'! But despite the poll votes, (I wish people would tell me what they didn't like, it would be so helpful) here is the next chapter, I hope you like and please comment! They make my day! Pic is of Victoria.

Samantha Brooke-They're 19 going on 20.

L.A.and Anon. you are both so cute! No, I haven't found him, sigh and I doubt I ever will. But thank you for praying-bless you!

Floppy Disc-thanks for that! I love it when people help me out. I was in a bit of a rush, but I'm going to try harder and improve my punctuation.

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I'm glad lots of you like Tori's character, she is indeed sassy (love that word) and not afraid of an argument, but a little dreamy I think. A bit of a perfectionist.

Everyone else, bless you for commenting. Virtual love going your way!

Also, if you have any ideas, do tell me, all will help! Much love Phoebe!*
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Now I am not going to be late today! In fact, I arrive at my class half an hour early. So much so, the buildings not open and I have to wait outside. Good job I brought my jacket. I take out the book’s we’re studying and start to casually read one of them.

I then hear a laugh coming from behind me ‘You are mad, aren’t you? The lecture doesn’t start for another half an hour.’

It’s him.

Caesar.

‘Well why are you here then?’ I retort.

‘I’m not going today.’ He replies adjusting his beanie.

‘Why not?’

‘I’ve got better things to do.’

‘But this is only your second day. You are new, aren’t you?’

‘So?’ He shrugs.

‘What are you doing here then? Shouldn’t you be recovering from a hangover?’

‘What a cruel assumption, but a right one. I’m on my way to have a full English now. That usually cures it.’ He says nonchalantly.

‘Do you know how many calories are in one of them?’

‘No, but I know you’re dying to tell me.’ He teases and rolls his eyes.

I don’t reply and just sit there.

‘Have I made you shut up? Well my job here is done.'

'Why did you get drunk on a school night?'

He turns back and looks at me quizzically 'It was my first night here, you know, I kind of wanted to celebrate it.'

'That was very irresponsible of you.'

He smiles 'It would be to you, to others it would be known as fun. See you, Chick.’

‘I am not a CHICK!’

‘No, you are my CHICK!’ He says laughing. ‘God you’re so easily offended.’

He is so frustrating! I can feel my hair starting to curl back to its horrible curly state. I hate curls. I hate them on me and on every one. I think the only thing I feel for him is that he has curly hair. I feel sorry for him. It’s a burden, I know. But at least I wash mine and make mine look presentable.

‘Are you seriously bunking off lessons?’

‘No, I only this lesson and who uses the word ‘bunking’ anymore?’ He laughs at the thought.

I actually hate him. I can’t believe the fury and fire that is running in my blood to just…breathe.

‘I do. I’m not covering for you. If Debbie asks where you are, I will tell her.’

‘Go for it.’ He then strolls off on the way into town and doesn’t look back. I can’t believe he’s actually not going to the lecture. Is he not worried he’ll get caught? Doesn’t he care he is wasting his money being at uni if he doesn’t actually attend his lectures?

Apparently not.

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‘Where’s Caesar?’ Debbie asks.

‘Who?’ Everyone asks.

Say nothing. Say nothing.

‘The new student.’

But I can’t help myself. ‘Um, I think he’s ill.’ Oh my God I can’t believe I covered for him. I am too nice a person.

‘And how do you know this, Victoria?’ She questions with a wry look on her face.

The whole room starts sniggering.

Great, they think I’m shagging him now and he’s only not here because I rode him down so much last night that he can’t walk straight. Fan-bloody-tastic! I swear literature students all have dirty minds.

‘He saw me before the lesson and looked really ill so I said he should go back.’ I defend.

‘A hangover ill?’

‘No! He um, he had the starts of a sore throat, I think. He nearly fainted, um, so I said to go home.’

Debbie ponders this and says ‘Well if he’s not here, he’s not here, but as you’re so close to him, you can take him his work for me. Thanks Victoria.’

No! I don’t even know where he lives and I can’t not give him his work. I respect Debbie and do everything she asks, but I don’t think I can do this one.

‘Debbie…’

‘Victoria, just give it to him for me.’

Why am I being stuck with the idiot named Caesar. Caesar. What a name. I wonder why his parents called him that. What am I on about? I don’t care!

After the lecture, I take Caesar’s work and set myself the task of finding the illusive guy. I think he headed into town. Well to town I go. I think I know where he might be. It’s where many students go to recover-the Greasy Spoon. Ugh…it makes me feel sick but plenty of people love it there.

But as I approach the café, I spot him coming out. He’s alone. I thought he’d be with a friend or something. ‘Um, Caesar.’ I call out timidly.

He looks up startled then sees it’s me. He strolls over and says ‘What?’

‘Well that’s nice a greeting.’ I reply sarcastically.

‘Hello, Chick, what do you want?’

‘Will you stop calling me that?’

‘I can call you what you like.’

‘Well that’s not very nice.’

Caesar stares at me and says ‘Well I’m not a very nice person then.’ He delves into his pocket and brings out a cigarette and lights it.

‘Do you mind?’

‘What now?’ He asks.

‘I don’t want to die from passive smoking just because you have a habit.’

He nevertheless takes a drag out of it and moves one step away to blow out. ‘Happy?’

‘No.’

‘So, what do you want?’

‘I got your work from Debbie.’ He looks puzzled and I continue ‘She told me to give you your work.’

He laughs and says ‘You really are a teacher’s pet. I knew you’d cover for me.’ He takes the work out of my hands and stuffs it into his bag. I think I might gag. I hate bent work. Bent pieces of paper actually torture me. You just can't bend them.

‘Well I prefer to be that, than being the class dunce and anyway, thanks to you, the whole class thinks I’m shagging you since I said I saw you last.’

‘Lucky you.’ He winks

‘But it’s not true.’

He nods ‘And I bet you’re gutted about that.’

‘Do you have a friend or girlfriend?’ I ask infuriately.

‘Why? Are you jealous of her?’ He taunts.

‘No, I just don’t know how anyone could put up with your for longer than a few seconds.’

‘You have. It’s been a minute and…43,44, 45 seconds now.’

‘You think you’re so funny don’t you?’

He smiles ‘No, chick, but obviously you do.’ He runs his hands through his wavy hair and puts his hat back on. ‘Where are you going now?’ He asks.

‘Why are you going to stalk me?’

He laughs ‘I’m not into stalking, but I know you are, so maybe I should have asked that question.’

We start to walk on and I explain ‘I am not stalking him.’

He raises an eyebrow and takes another drag.

‘We’re friends.’ I smile ‘Really good friends.’ Just the thought of Eddie makes me smile; with his blonde hair and blue eyes and he looks so cute in that white coat of his, ahh…

‘Really? He must be either blind or stupid if he still hasn’t noticed you practically chaining yourself to a door way and screaming out your undying love for him.’

‘I’ve not done that!’ I blush. I really haven’t.

Caesar laughs and says ‘I said practically, but near enough you have. He really is a tosser if he can’t see you are crazily in love with him. I’ve known you for what, a few hours and can tell you are desperate for him.’

‘I’m not crazily in love with him, nor am I desperate for him.’ I say calmly.

‘And I’m not hot.’ He laughs

I shake my head. ‘You’re not.’

‘So you’ve been checking me out then to assess whether I’m hot or not?’

‘Will you stop it!’

‘I know, I’m too quick for you.’ He blows out to the side and smiles.

I’m changing the subject before he starts another battle with me.

‘Where do you live?’ I ask.

‘Outside the campus.’

‘With anyone?’

‘A few people.’

‘Why did you transfer here?’ I ask.

He takes another drag and says ‘I got bored at the last one. Time for a change.’

‘Are you going to do that all your life? Drop everything out of boredom?’

‘Most likely.’

I look at him as we cross the road but Caesar spots me and I blush slightly. ‘Why are you called Caesar?’ I ask.

‘Why are you called Victoria?’

‘Because my parents are ordinary.’

‘Fair point.’

‘So?’

‘So what?’

He looks at me quizzically and I ask again ‘Why are you called Caesar?’

‘I changed my name.’

‘So that’s not your actual name?’

‘Well it is now.’ He says sarcastically.

‘Why are you so rude?’

‘Why are you so annoying?’

‘I was just being polite.’ I say kindly.

He raises an eyebrow and says before crossing the road ‘Why are you following me?’

‘I’m not following you.’

‘Well where do you live then?’ I look at where I am and realise I have indeed gone the opposite way to my house and have been following Caesar. Crap. How will I get myself out of this one?

‘Um…’

‘I’m going this way.’ He says swiftly turning left. ‘Bye.’

But I’m lost. I don’t know where I am. Hmm, right. Look around, tree, tree, tree, house, house, house, ohh a little puppy! But hmm, nope, I have no clue as to where I am.

I give in. I need help or else I’m camping here for the night ‘Caesar…’ I call out.

He turns around and says ‘What now?’

‘Um, I’m lost.’

He looks up to the sky and I think swears ‘What have I done to be loaded with you, hey?’

‘Well sorry I’m such a burden.’ I say rather aggravated. I’m not a burden, am I? Just a typical girl who hasn’t got a clue with directions. I failed my Duke of Edinburgh because I got the team lost. Yeah, enough said. That’s why I have a sat nav in my car. No one trusts me with directions.

‘It’s ok.’

‘You’re meant to say I’m not a burden.’

‘Then I’d be lying.’

I can’t help but laugh. He really is quick and it really annoys me. I’ve never met someone who can keep battling with my comments, except him. Bastard.

‘Where do you live?’ He asks.

‘I’m not telling you that.’

‘Why, do you think I’m going to sing to you under your balcony like Romeo?’ He teases.

‘Something like that.’

‘Well don’t worry. I don’t think I could handle someone like you anyway.’

‘Why not?’ I ask intrigued. Has he been thinking of what we’d be like together? Ohhh, but I can answer that now-terrible.

Absolutely terrible.

I’d have an early death because of him.

‘Why, do you want me to?’ He says grinning. ‘Sorry Chick, I’m not looking for anyone.’

‘I wasn’t asking.’

He looks into my eyes and says slowly ‘You so were. Now, where do you live?’

'18 Robinson Road.’ I have to tell him. I need to get home and get on with my homework.

‘Well you are way out, Chick. Right, go back to the main road, and walk for three minutes then you’re at a roundabout, then take the left and keep walking for two minutes, cross the road and then you’re back at the uni.’

‘Ok, um, I think I know where I’m going.’

He shakes his head and says ‘You don’t, do you? Forget it, I’ll walk you back there.’

‘No, I’ll be fine.’ I insist.

‘With that look on your face, you won’t.’

‘I’ll be…’

‘Will you just button it, blabber mouth. Shit, you are wearing me down.’ He rubs his face then puts his hands back in his pockets.

I look up at him and smile wryly as a sorry. His green eyes catch mine for a few seconds (maybe longer than necessary), then he looks away.

We walk back in silence until I know my way back. ‘Thanks’ I say.

But Caesar says nothing and walks back.

‘THANKS!’ I yell out sarcastically.

He turns around and I see him roll his eyes. ‘BYE CHICK!’

He’s a mystery that guy.

A rude, cocky and confusing mystery.