Late Morning Rush — Sam Winchester
summary; in which one stanford student finds herself late for one of her classes and takes the shortcut through the library. instead, she meets sam, and the raging blush on her cheeks and the shy smiles that are exchanged make her later than ever - but she doesn’t mind, not at all. [201017]
YOUR NORMAL, CONSECUTIVE morning routine never changed. Your annoying alarm tone screeching in your ears and provoking an over-dramatic groan to tumble from your lips as you considered staying in bed all day and not going to class. Today, that routine had been broken. There was an eerie absence of an alarm, not that you (piled under your blankets and snoring ever so softly) noticed.
You had woken up naturally, your eyes fluttering open and an inevitable yawn escaping. You found yourself burying your head further into the solace of your soft, feathery pillow to shade your irises from the sun's warm rays that seeped in through the window. You had almost fell back asleep, feeling so warm and comfortable, until a thought striked.
It was incredibly sunny for eight o'clock in the morning. In the middle of November.
The sudden realisation made your heart jump and spelled any sleep from your body. Your eyes snapped open and you shot up, flailing slightly as you shoved the blankets from you.
Your hands snatched up your phone from its place on your bedside table and roughly pressed the power button; the screen lit up and you eyed the illuminated numbers. 9:56 am. You had exactly four minutes to make it your psychology class. Your professor already thought bad of you for forgetting to hand in one essay a few weeks ago and being late, again, would just pile onto his list of reasons why he couldn't tolerate you. Plus, there was no way that anyone could do anything in under four minutes.
"Fuck," The curse fell from your lips in mumbles and then, the late morning rush began.
Haphazardly brushing the knots out of your hair, another inevitable string of curse words followed but eventually, you managed to throw your silky hair up into a ponytail. You shoved your glasses onto your face, knowing that you wouldn't have time to sit and poke at your eyes with your contacts before trying your best to brush your teeth and rummage through your closet for something to wear coherently, but simultaneously.
Four minutes had come and gone and it was already 9:20 am by the time you had successfully chapped your lips with your peach flavoured chapstick, grabbed all your books and slammed your door closed with a shallow huff, the puff of air whisking the loose, unkempt strands of hair that delicately framed your features around.
Your jean clad legs carried you rapidly down the corridors full of fatigued and enervated students, taking their time and trudging down the halls exasperatingly slow. Taking a quick break from dodging all the sluggish bodies, you eyed the busy stairway with narrowed orbs, mapping the grounds of the vast complex out in your mind - highlighting the quickest route to your class, instead.
When you were struck with the idea, you almost cursed at yourself again for not thinking of it sooner before taking off into a jog to the doors of the ample library that sat in the heart of Stanford's grounds. You flung the heavy, glass doors open and winced when your librarian shot you an irritated glare and grumbled under her breath at the sudden noise breaking through the comfortable quietness.
However, you continued on your trek when she finally looked away, peering down at her computer with a huff. Glancing swiftly at the big clock hanging on the far right wall, you didn't realise that you were heading straight into a firm chest until it was too late and a quiet yelp escaped past your lips and your books tumbled from your arms. They scattered across the floor with a thud, surely earning another scowl from the librarian but you were far too flustered to care at that point.
"Oh god! I'm sorry!" You immediately found yourself bending down, attempting to collect all your books quickly as you let out an embarrassed chuckle. You kept your head down, making sure the bits of loose hair covered the heat rising to your cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay - my fault," Came the deep reply and your breath hitched in your throat at the unfamiliar but captivating sound. The faint hue of pink that tainted the apples of your cheeks deepened considerably as you gingerly glanced up at the tall boy through your lashes.
Then, came the stutters that fell from your lips as your fingers subconsciously came up to gently push your crooked glasses back up the bridge of your nose and set them straight. "No, really - I... I was late and wasn't looking where I was going. I-I'm so sorry. I'm literally a walking disaster, jeez."
The sound of his deep laugh filled your ears at your shy ramblings before he held out his arm towards you; your wide eyes tentatively followed his movement to where one of your books held delicately in his large hand and a sweet smile edged at the corners of his lips.
Another wave of heat blossomed across your features at his simple, kind action, setting your skin aglow once again. "Uh - thank you," Shyly chuckling, you took the book from him - trying desperately to ignore and not acknowledge the fact that your fingers lightly brushed against his during collection.
Seeming to have forgotten that you had somewhere to be, you sent him a gentle and kind smile before snatching up the brave attribute that lingered in the air and deciding to take a leap of faith. "So, I... Um- I haven't seen you around here before," You commented, being completely honest. You were pretty sure that if you had seen the particularly tall boy, his piercing hazel eyes and his dark locks before, you'd sure as hell would've remembered it.
His captivating smile widened as he peered down at you, his hazel irises holding yours endearingly, "Yeah, I moved here recently." You nodded along with him, not sure what you should say next until he spoke up again, his tone teasing, "Could use some help getting to know the campus, though."
And although you were pretty sure that he was directing his comment towards you, you couldn't help but feel uneasy and out of place to be making suggestions. However, you decided to brave through your query nevertheless, "W-well, I could - uh... I could show you around, maybe, sometime?" With raging red colouring your cheeks once again, your shy gaze travelled back to the floor - embarrassed by the clumsiness of your stutters.
You found yourself readjusting the mass of books in your arms and continuously tucking strands and wisps of your soft hair behind your ear every so often as a distraction from the bumbling mess that you'd put yourself in. His quiet laugh rang through your ears and your eyes snapped up to meet his - terrified that he was laughing at you. But, when his hazel caught your (y/e/c), you knew that wasn't the case and the hot blush painting your features slowly began to fade.
"I'd like that," His teeth delicately encased his bottom lip as he tried to reign in the grin that was threatening to take over his features as he listened to you adorably ramble away. "I'm Sam."
You let out a calm and almost relieved breath of air that you didn't realise you were keeping imprisoned as he introduced himself. "Sam," You spoke gently, his name rolling off your tongue as you tested it out. It suited him, you unspokenly decided. He, also, unspokenly decided that he liked the way his name tumbled from your lips, adequate with hope, potential, promise.
"(Y/N)," You muttered with a sweet smile plastered on your lips, the bashful and reserved feelings from prior completely erased. The way he peered down at you and the smile tugging at his lips, you felt at ease with him already. You could tell he was nothing but nice. A breath of fresh air. And he was undeniably cute.
"Well, (Y/N), can I walk you to whatever is left of the class you were basically sprinting to earlier?" The grin written on his lips widened, a deep chuckle in his throat as he eyed your reaction.
"Oh, shit," Came the reply once you looked towards the large, ticking clock. Your eyes widened. But truth was, despite your words of realisation, you couldn't find it in yourself to really care that you had missed yet another class. Letting a breathy laugh escape, you gave Sam an innocent smile, accompanied by an innocuous shrug of your shoulders. "Well, I only have ten minutes of that class left, anyway. I could skip the rest? For you," Impressed by your sudden surging confidence and boldness, you found yourself chuckling under your minty breath at your words right after. Sam, himself, was also slightly stunned by your change of persona - the confidence and courage suddenly rolling off you in waves had him attracted to you even more so now.
"You'd skip just for me?" He repeated, the mock of an astonished tug at his lips presented itself, "I'm honoured."
A bubble of laughter escaped, accompanied by an amused roll of your eyes and a teasing smirk, "Well, you've already kept me here long enough. You're a bad influence."
"Hm," He hummed lightly, jokingly agreeing with your statement. "Lead the way," Sam beamed blissfully, gesturing for you to take the lead. His eyes followed you as you turned around, glancing over your shoulder at him with a glint in your eyes. He was compelled to trail after you through the busy library, his stomach doing flips with excitement.
What a morning, you both found yourselves thinking, feeling optimistic in the most delightful way.
