🏃Clark's POV🏃

It has been almost a week since I went out with Liam.

Saying I have a little crush on him would be an understatement. I am smitten with the guy and even now I find it embarrassing to think about it. Over the past couple of days, one of my favorite things to do would be to replay our kiss.

Over,

And over again.

Of course, I enjoyed thinking about our date and how amazing the conversation seemed to flow but thinking about the kiss was definitely my favorite part of the night.

I left my room, heading towards the kitchen in search for some food.

When I got to the kitchen I found Ethan at the stove in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Good morning," I said, a slight smile on my face when he jumped a little.

"Oh, good morning Clark," he replied, turning around to face me. "I didn't know you came downstairs."

"It's fine," I started. "I got to see you jump so it's all good."

He shook his head, chuckling a little before looking at me with a smile and turning back around.

"I'm making eggs and European wieners, you want me to make some for you too?" He asked.

I walked over to the counter that was right behind him pulling out a highchair and sitting down.

"I would say yes but you probably already put some in for me," I answered, the teasing in my voice hard to miss.

"So that's a yes?"

"Uh-huh."

We took the finished plates of food over to the dining table and sat down, digging into our meals.

"So you're going to go to the bookstore around nine right?" Ethan asked.

"No," I told him. "I feel like leaving early. I'm sure Carol would let me go inside and read when I get there."

"So I'll have to leave? After you?" he asked.

"Yup," I smirked, taking in how he sighed as if he was actually in pain. "It really isn't that hard to lock the door you know."

"But it's so much work to have to go around the house, turn off the lights then have to be the one to lock the door," he complained. "It's so much easier when you do it."

I chuckled a little before smiling at him.

"I'm sure I'll be the last one to leave tomorrow."

He sighed but put a smile on his face anyway.

"Well, I guess that's good," Ethan said, about to put even more food in his mouth when something came to mind.

"Oh, I forgot." He started drawing an amused smile from me. "Aiden and Aaron are celebrating their anniversary soon and they wanted to make it fun. So we're going to a Rinx then heading to be restaurant."

"And why are you telling me?" I asked him with a confused look on my face.

"Because they invited you too. So keep Friday open because you're going to spend it with the gang," he informed me before letting an evil grin enter his face. "And don't forget to invite that boy you went out with the other day. I'm sure he would love to meet us."

I felt my face burn as he let out some sinisterly evil witch cackles.

I shoveled the rest of my food into my mouth and got up to take my plate to the sink, which drew Ethan out of his blissful laughter.

"Hey, I was only joking." He told me apologetically, a smile still present in his voice. "I don't think you would've been allowed to invite him and you really don't have to be embarrassed over the fact that you have a boyfriend."

"Well, I don't," I bit out angrily, causing Ethan to draw back slightly. "I don't even know where you got the idea."

"You spontaneously left at night saying that you were heading to Jasmine's but you seemed so jittery that I thought I should call her," he told me. "She said that you were out on a date and the look that you had when you entered the house just confirmed it."

I looked away from him as he got up to come to the sink with his empty plate.

"I'm sorry I got angry." I found myself whispering, hoping that he hadn't heard me.

"I'm sorry I made you angry," Ethan replied, hearing me like he always did.

We looked at each other and shared a smile, and that's when the problem was resolved.

"Next stop is: St George, St George station," I heard the robotic voice say.

I stuffed my phone in my bag and stood up walking over to the door.

The train was packed full like it usually was in the morning and I was lucky that I was even able to get a seat when the people of this city were desperate to get to work as fast as possible.

Let's just say that even in Canada people are not afraid to shove a little.

"Arriving at: St George. St George station," the robotic voice said.

The door opened and people practically flooded out of the train and unfortunately for me, I never paid any mind to the fact that almost half the amount of people came in as well.

I walked over to the escalator and got on, staring at my feet the whole time. When it finally got to the top I didn't pay any mind to the fact that I didn't have any space to walk and just shuffled my feet waiting for the person in front of me to walk. Only when I found myself pressed against someone from all angles did I look up to see that the whole station was completely filled with people?

All you could see were heads filling the whole station as more and more people flooded in from the trains below. Soon I was moving again as people continued to come up the escalator, whenever I tried to walk and turn towards the stairs I was just pushed further onto the platform.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I felt myself move again. This went on for a couple more minutes but I didn't think too much of it.

Well, I didn't think too much of it until I was standing next to the yellow line.

I tried moving over, shuffling to the side and even pushing a little. But I still found myself standing in front of the yellow line.

Fed up I completely turned away from the line, prepared to shove people out of my way so I could get back to the green line station until I felt someone push me.

My heart leaped into my throat as I lost balance and was about to fall into the track. I found myself screaming as my arms flailed trying to grab on to something- anything to keep me from falling. The air seemed to spin around me as I saw the people in front of me get further and further away.

My eyes were wide with fear and my heart beating two hundred times a minute I shut my eyes. hoping to brace myself for the pain.

But instead, I only felt long arms wrap themselves around me and pull me towards a broad chest.

I felt myself panting as the lingering fear still held itself in my chest. I looked up wanting to see the person who saved me and was surprised to find myself looking straight into the eyes of the handsome stranger from all those days before.

What are the fucking chances... I find myself thinking as I stare into his warm eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, his voice dancing over my ears causing me to sigh blissfully.

Until I realized that I was still in his arms so instead blushing became my course of action.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered, looking away from his strong gaze. "Thanks to you."

He smiled at that before turning around and dragging me with him as he pushed through the crowd, heading for the stairs.

Once we were safely on the platform for the green line he finally relaxed letting out a sigh as his shoulders slumped.

"I'm Santiago by the way," he said casually, letting go of my jacket.

"Clark," I replied, smiling slightly.

He seemed taken aback for a moment before he shook it off.

"So you were heading to school?" He asked, watching my face for how I reacted.

"No," I said. "Work."

"Oh, where do you work?" He asked, his eyebrows raised showing his curiosity.

"Michael's bookstore on Queen St," I told him.

"Why did you get off here then?" He asked.

"I left early so I thought I could kill some time," I said looking around at the mess of a station. "Obviously someone else was already killing it for me."

He laughed slightly, a hand quickly going over his mouth so easily it was obvious that it had already become a habit.

I smiled a little enjoying being able to witness how his whole aura became light and airy before I spoke again.

"So are you going to school?" I asked.

"Yup," he said, a smile still present on his face from his laughter. "I go to The University of Toronto. I'm majoring in business economics and am minoring in cinema and media arts."

My eyebrows raised at that.

"Oh," I said. "Impressive."

"Not really," he chuckled. "It's not uncommon to find someone who majored in business economics."

"So why did you?" I asked.

He seemed to tense at that and I worried that I had stepped on a nerve.

"Because it was a smart decision," he started. "It's the way to get a steady job and live a . . . proper life."

He wasn't looking at me anymore but with a statement like that I didn't expect him to.

There were about three people wearing bright orange/red mocks on top of their clothes as they yelled out "Trains at St George are not running! Go to Bloor Yonge station!"

"Hey why don't we go to Bloor Yonge and try to make our way to our destinations," I suggested.

"Okay," he nodded.

We went over to the eastbound side of the platform and made some more light conversation until the train arrived.

"This is quite the mess," I mumbled once Santiago and I were standing on the train while it started to move.

"It is," He agreed. "It will probably be fixed tomorrow though."

I nodded and after that, we fell into a comfortable silence.

"Arriving at: Bloor Yonge, Bloor Yonge station," the robotic voice said.

We shuffled through bodies to try to get closer to the door. The doors opened and once again people flooded out but this time I raised a brow at the fact that--once again--a large number of people got on the train.

Santiago was already briskly walking towards the stairs when I called him.

He turned back around to look at me with a raised brow.

"What's up?"

"I think somethings wrong," I told him.

"Okay, what's wro . . ." Santiago started but trailed off when he heard.

"The trains at Bloor Yonge are not working! Please head to St George!"

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, disbelief written all over his face.

I shook my head a little before chuckling.

"I guess we're going to have to find another way huh?" I told him, smiling slightly.

He smiled back.

"Well, I'm sure this station has WiFi," he joked.

I laughed shoving his shoulder and missing the look that crossed his face.

"Yeah, I'm sure it does."

"Finally," he sighed once we saw the campus in the distance. "I thought we'd never find it."

"Well, we did," I said. "And now I have to go..."

After getting major guidance from google--yes Bloor Yonge had WiFi--we realized that we would have to break off and go our separate ways very soon. So being the clingy guy that I am said that I didn't have to be at work for another hour and that I would go with him until he got to school.

We were both silent, not wanting to properly say our goodbyes.

"Well . . . bye then," I said as I started to walk away. "It was fun talking to you."

I turned around letting out a small sigh as I headed towards the bus.

"W-wait!"

I turned back around to find Santiago right in front of me after jogging to catch up.

"Can I get your Instagram or something?" he asked, blushing slightly at how his words sounded.

"I don't have Instagram . . . " I said slowly. "But I have something."

I reached into my bag, pulling out a random piece of paper and a pen.

"This..." I said while scribbling something on the paper. "Is my number."

I handed him the paper trying to will away the slight unease of giving out my number to a total stranger. I could worry about it later but right now I was enjoying seeing how his eyes lit up before his shoulders sagged in relief.

He ripped the paper in half asking for my pen and writing down something on the half that didn't have mine.

"This is mine," he said. "I'll text you. Maybe we can hang out sometime."

I knew that he meant that in a completely friendly way but I couldn't help the thump in my chest at the idea that it meant more.

"Yeah . . . " I agreed. "Maybe."

We both smiled and I turned back around heading towards the bus stop again but with a much lighter heart.

How does this even happen in real life?

The guy I eyed on the train saves me and now we want to hang out sometime?

Of course, it's just friendly but still.

I think I just made a new friend.

Yeah

That was definitely a good idea.