Overtime//Connor McDavid
Chapter 1
It's Monday, my first day of university. I walk around with my head down going towards my first class; Linear Algebra. This should be different. I should feel different. But I guess they were right, when they said that your pass influences your future. But I don't like being wrong. I had moved on from High School. I'm in University. I should be able to walk with my head high and confident with myself. I should care enough to look more approchable. But I've given up on trying. I've given up on trying to pretend to be confident. I've given up trying in the whole social aspect of my life. If they like you, they should make an effort to stay in your life. I won't be the only trying to make an enough when it comes to social interaction. And before you tell me the whole "interacting with other human beings is a necessity in our mundane life", I'll tell you that proving food and water to every human being on this planet is much more important than my social life.
I'm not saying this as a Pre-warning to the fact I have no friends. The fact that I have no friends is true but I still have a friend. And that's all I need. But that's beside the point on why I'm telling you all about the small sad tale of my social life. I'm telling you this for this simple point, I do this for you as my readers. You deserve to know who you're dealing with.
If you chose to continue to read this, you may not question any of my decisions. They have already occurred. They cannot be altered to fit your afire imagination. I'll tell you my description so that way it's one less mystery for your minds to think off.
My name is Layla Hendricks. I'm roughly 5'6. I have a tanned skin tone and long dark hair, in which I keep in a pony tail most of the time. I have light brown eyes and have been said by many that I have a nice smile. I'm no Gigi Hadid but I wouldn't think off myself unattractive. If I put the effort I could have been and could be more attractive than half the girls I know. But like I said before. The world has bigger problems than my make-up and wardrobe problems.
I had finally made my way to my class and toke notes like everyone else. And those we're my mornings for most of my days that semester. When my classes finished at 2 pm that day, I had made my way to my only friend's house. Simon Knight, the complet polar opposite from me. He's your typical party guy. Well he use to be back in high school. Simon is 3 years older than me. He likes to remind me of how much he has matured since high school. Even if that is the case, Simon Knight still has that fire of a young 17 year old. It could be because his dad still gives him anything he asks for. His family is well off so every time I go to his house, I feel out of place. As if I'm an intruder here. Many of the women's walking in and out have facially backed up my theory.
I was trying to make my way up without being notice. I kept my head down and made my way towards the elevator. I waited for it and decided to sneak a quick glance around. These people were beautiful. One day, I whispered to myself. The elevator doors open and there stood a man. He wasn't dressed like the rest of them. He wore basketball short and a t-shirt that said "Edmonton Oilers". Thinking back at it now, I always believed that it was the fact he wasn't like everyone around me that intrigued me. But no, those hazel green eyes are what left me breathless.
I starred at him for what seemed like forever. He cleared his troth and that got me of my trance. I had mumbled a sorry and walked in the elevator while he walked out. I stood inside not pressing the button. It's times like these that I wished I put more effort in the way I dress myself. Because my oversize t-shirt and jeans weren't doing me justice. It's okay. I said to myself. If it was meant to be he would have been here right now. I was about to press the button when the elevator door opened. He stood there once again starring at me with a smirk.
"I was kind off hoping that you would still be here." He says.
"Why is that?" I said to him.
"You intrigue me. I want to know more about you." He tells me.
"I have a busy schedule" I tell him truthfully. He nodded his head.
"So do I. But I'm always available for lunch." He tells me.
"Is this how you ask girls out?" I tell him.
"No but I was going for a different approach. How am I doing?" He asked smiling.
"Not to bad actually." I said. "Except for the whole not knowing your name part." I tell him.
"I'm Connor." He says and extends his hand out. I take it and shook his hand.
"I'm Layla."
"Well Layla meet me here tomorrow at noon." He tells me. His voice is low since he's close to me now. I'm infatuated by him. Zero achool in our systems and he's using an approach only a man would do under influence. He's seems bad, but that cute school boy look hides it well.
"You move fast." I tell him. He nods his head and puts his hands on my butt. I gasp in shock.
"Be there tomorrow." He tells me. "At noon." His eyes captivating me I nod and go along with it. And just like that he left.
The one part about this is that I didn't have his number. I placed my hand on my bum where his hands had just been.
"Connor." I said smirking to myself.
