Love Misunderstood

Another day in hell. The weekend went so quickly, and now it's back to Monday.
Why do we need to go to University anyway? Most of the stuff we learn we don't ever need or use in the real world. It seems a bit pointless to me.

I am halfway to my class when I spot a board of competitions; none of which really catch my eye. It's not like I'm ever going to enter one; it's just fun to see what's going on and what I could do if I had the confidence. I notice a few drawing and sport competitions, but then I look to the left and see a story-writing one.

I've only ever tried writing a few times; I've never stuck to it, but I am determined to write one in the future. Usually the beginning is decent, the middle is okay, but I can never finish it; nothing seems to be the perfect ending for me.

I look around to my right and it's pretty deserted in the hallway, I look down at my light blue watch with tiny diamonds on the edges. (Fake of course, I'm no made of money, my outfit can a teste to that). I see I have a few minutes before I have to be in class since I am pretty much always early.

It isn't quiet for long as a voice startles me from my trance.

"Are you going to sign up for one?" A deep, rough voice questions next to me from where I am standing.

I look to my left and see Caden James looking... nervous? uninterested? I really can't tell so I observe him more and I can definitely tell he is nervous, he is playing with his hands in a more fidgety way, spinning his silver wolf ring on his right thumb on his right hand, not knowing how to control his anxiety, he is still staring at me, studying my face waiting for me to answer.

He never talks to anyone, so why is he talking to me?

Maybe he just wants to make sure I haven't said anything about what happened in the library?

"Hello?" I blink hearing his deep voice from being sidetracked and realised I never answered him, i tilt my head up since his height overpowers my five foot two inches noticing he is still waiting.

I think back to the question and keep my answer short. "No."

"Why not?" He is sounding like he's genuinely curious to hear my answer. I stare at him waiting for the joke but nothing happens so I reply.

"I mean, there are so many people who are incredible at these," I gaze to the posters "but my anxiety gets in the way, and I overthink everything, not to mention I could fail-" I speak so quickly that it's a miracle if he can even understand me, but then I realise I am rambling a lot, so I stop myself from going on.

By me mentioning anxiety, he instantly tenses up, but I can see a bit of hope in his eyes, which proves to him that he is not the only one who has it.

I look around nervously. Only a few are here, but they are talking amongst themselves, thank God nobody saw or heard that except for the person in front of me.

Caden clears his throat, and it looks like he is slightly relieved. I am talking a lot at him and breaking the weird, I guess tension I feel however I don't know if he can though. I am just embarrassed, and I just know my face is going red right now, but when I go red I look like a strawberry. I just laugh under my breath, anxiously avoiding his inviting eyes.

"L-Listen about what you saw in the library... I'm sorry. It happens when I least expect it. If I would have known someone was there, I would have gone somewhere more private. It just happened so quickly I couldn't move."

I look at him too stunned to speak; I think that is the most I've ever seen or heard him say.

"It's ok, you don't have to hide or apologize; I used to have anxiety attacks nearly daily, it's a lot less now but the occasional one or two and it can be scary when you're alone. I am happy to help you."