The Virgin

Ash

I knew we'd meet in College, yet I am terrified. Nervous more likely. How would he react when he sees me again? Would he be in a relationship with someone else? I heard he had a child with one of his women. Jealousy is ugly, so I tried not to feel it knowing he belonged to someone else. Who am I? Ash short for Ashlee Torres. His name is rare. Marth Luna is a gorgeous guy any girl would love to have. They'd be crazy not to hold on to him, but things happen and not many last. Some to possessive and others to clingy. There are the worsts, the ones that don't feel anything at all and are in it for the sex moments.
Harvard is a private school so it took me many scholarships to enter that school and a great College essay. It sounded like a story. But into a five paged synopsis. Anyways, days become ours the moment we accept them into our lives. I know he wanted me the moment we met, but some part of me told me I'd never see him again. Fear is unruling. Terrifying we cannot fight against it but just accept it.
I parked my blue Wolkswagen on the parking lot of the roomies. I had a room to share with a girl named Charlie on the campus' dormrooms. I think he had one too unless he'd be traveling from his hometown to Boston every time. His choice.
I opened my trunk with the button on the front. I grabbed my bookbag, iced coffee, keys, and stepped out of the car. I locked it behind me.
Taking out my traveling bags was trouble until I made up my mind, drank my whole coffee, and threw the cup away on the garbage beside the car. Now I could grab my things without problems. Under the tree I saw someone familiar, but it couldn't be. Could it? How much he has changed? Still he looks...beautiful. He had a Harvard jacket, probably because it's cold this fall. I wonder does that mean he was a part of some type of activity. What was it?
I couldn't stop staring. My eyes were fixed on him. He was alone. I could do this. Confronting him would be the first step to being closer again.