"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." -Oscar Wilde.
that first time you hear a person's voice, and you get a feeling that just feels right, instant gratification if you will, the bliss that comes after it is just- ecstasy in a sound wave. well, I had never felt anything close to that before 219 days ago...
last spring...
"hey do you know where classroom 73a is? it's my first day and I'm already mega late." the sparkle in her eye caught mine and when our gazes fully met my heart tangled into an intangible mess, my mouth suddenly became the Sahara dessert, and my esophagus apparently collapsed because the only words I managed to stumble out of my measly, useless mouth were,
"me behind." which, in notafuckingcoward English, translates to "oh, yeah its right behind me in the 70s hall."
"oh shit, thank you so much, can't believe it was right in front of my face and I didn't see it. catch you later." I caught a glimpse of a notebook that had S.M. written on the cover.
her voice. it melted into my ears like a song you can't stop playing on repeat. I needed to hear it again.
luckily, it pays to have a major in criminology and investigation services because I have an internship in the dean's office and I had access to all his files. classroom 73B, she said. she mentioned she was late but it's 2:00 pm, the class probably started at 1:45 pm. SM, SM, SM, hmmmm, one quick system search and oh no, 13 results ??????? holy shit I dont have time for this. I guess I'll just go sit outside of her class and beg to Aphrodite that we meet again.
I sat outside in the 70s study center, which was right next to classrooms 72a-76a. I caught up on the reading I was supposed to do for my humanities class which was Homer's The Odyssey . I couldn't understand why her class was taking so long, I forgot what class it was because when I was looking I was more focused on finding the initials to match, in a class of fucking 68, rather than her course, which would have been useful information to collect data of her interests. but, as I take a peak above my book, i catch her leaving the class, no book bag or anything, nothing in her hands, she was just leaving the class. my eyes are intrigued, as is the rest of my body because i end up quietly following her, could i get any creepier?
after about 15 minutes, she returns to the classroom to retrieve her things and I try to naturally go back to my reading spot but my stuff is gone. As i'm panicking and looking for my stuff i turn around where she is a mere 3 inches from my face.
"looking for this stuff?" i gulp, "Sawyer Meyers, but I bet you already knew that." she says to me, I'm nearly breathless because I'm in shock, how the hell? "Oh please don't act surprised on my behalf, I find it quite cute honestly, I like it when he shows that he cares for me, you can tell Aaron I'm fine and that he can quit stalking me now." huh?
"oh I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
"so you weren't sent by my genius twin brother to make sure I was settling in okay at college? huh, weird. I just assumed because Ive seen you everywhere Ive been so far on campus."
WE HAVE HAD THAT MANY MISSED CONNECTIONS, MY SPIRIT GUIDES HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO.
"oh my god, no, don't worry, I'm not a stalker haha. I mean you're pretty, I mean- huh? I meant that you- I- um." wow, genius Vernon.
she giggled, her cheeks, so warm and sun kissed, her freckles are so pure and the beauty and structure of her face would put Megan Fox herself to shame.
"i'm Walker, shit. i mean Vernon, Walker is my last name."
"you're cute." she smirks at me and tucks her chestnut brown hair behind her ear. "could I maybe get your number stalker- I mean Walker?" she smirks and hands me her phone, I can feel my cheeks turn ruby red.
"there you go." I smile at her.
"I wonder why Aaron sent such a hot ass babe to spy on me." she winks after I hand her back her phone.
"I really don't know who Aaron is I swear. I think us crossing paths so many times is just a weird coincidence." well at least up until this last meeting. "And how do I know if you're actually the one spying on me."
"Hmm, good point." she looks at the time on her phone. "shit, I gotta go, ill text you though, Walker." god my name spilling from her lips was like watching honey mix itself into tea. "I really would love to continue this conversation."
"bye" I wave and smile as she hurries off to her next class. I turn and head in the direction of my next class.
next thing I know, my face kisses the concrete and I'm out cold...
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