The Virgin

Marth

He glanced up to see her standing, making a move to walk to him. He grabbed his stuff, and passed by her. She cut her hair. Great! He would not feel the urge to pull her hair to him, and feel arousen. He remembered that day as if it had just happened. But years passed and his interest fizzled out. She never looked for him afterwards so why was he going to waste his time. She was just a girl. Still she came. To Boston where he resides, worse he would had to stay on campus ground until he graduates from Psychology Major.
He goes to the library. A quiet place to think what he had just witnessed outside. Her brown eyes bored into his soul.
"Snap out of it! She can't be yours." he repeated over and over until it annoyed him. To have gotten through that thick skull of his. Read! It made him feel better to escape the real world for a few minutes. Then he smelled her scent. Her perfume; aroma filled the air. He turned to look for it and she was with a black chrome laptop in front of him. She was writing.
I wonder what she could have been writing in that laptop.
He picked up his book and walked to her. He placed his hand on her chair, peaking to see the words she wrote. Only a line caught his attention: Love sees all. Calls all. Listens to the heart inside. Never relies on lies.
She's in love? Anger creeped inside me now. If she was in love why did she stared at me by the tree outside? So fucking not my right moment to get angry. But now I know I want her. Like the first day. At first I thought the attraction came from me getting into her pants and making her mine for the first time; but it's beyond that. I want to know her, see her as more than I could have ever imagined.
Her blonde highlights shine in the light. I want to touch her, pull her in for a hug. I was rude to have passed by her like nothing.
"Do you like creeping under people's shoulders?" she asked me, giggling.
"No, but yours any time." I admitted.
She turned to look at me directly. "Why are you here? Did you make it obvious you don't want nothing to do with me?" she pointed out.
That pissed me off. "I came to apologize. But I guess you don't need one."
"Shut up! Don't act like I'm the problem. I didn't walk pass by you an hour ago." she got up, pushing me away.
I gulped. Holding the urge to have held her in my arms and kissed her. I shake my head.
"Let me write my writing column for my blog entry." she told me. "If you want to still talk meet me at the same tree in an hour."
Then I pulled her in for a hug, kissed those red lips. "See you," I grabbed my stuff and left to my dormroom.
I threw myself on my bed, landing head down. She was beautiful, even more than the first day I met her. I kissed her, and she didn't shove me away. Could it be that she liked me all along? Then who was the guy she was talking about in her column? It was driving me nuts trying to figure out the answer to this jigsaw puzzle. Unless, she didn't want me to find out.
Curiosity began inside me now. Creeping my insides like fire.
Her lips were soft. Sweet like berries. I gulped. I wanted to kiss her again. This time go all the way. Why did she made me feel like this?
She probably wasn't a virgin anymore, but I was acting like she was. Strange wasn't it?