Willingly: Her Version

Chapter Two

When we get back to school on Monday, oddly, I saw him first thing as I entered our department. I don't think he glanced at my direction. He pretty much avoided me, if that's what it is. I tried to think as if nothing happened.

We got busy with school reports and projects. It wasn't long before I noticed Brent's inconsistencies. I start noticing the way he flirts with others, albeit subtle. I told him about it but he only shrugged it off. We started having arguments frequently after that. Others have started telling me stories about him, too. Mostly, unsavory ones about him being a womanizer and hitting on girls. I broke up with him not long after. I focused on my studies.

Oddly, I wasn't interested in getting into a new relationship. I didn't even feel heartbroken when I broke up with Brent. He tried to get back together after a month or two, but I refused. I was surprised at how easy I got over him. Previously, I would cry for days and nights after a breakup and I would be interested in looking for a new guy to turn my attention to. Not this time, though.

Another odd thing, I kept seeing that guy everywhere. I learned his name is Kurt. Kurt Moore. He's a year older and actually taking the same program as I do, majoring in Marketing.

When I looked back on what happened, I probably wouldn't have minded it if I didn't have a boyfriend and if I was crushing on him. I suddenly felt my face heating up. What did I just think?

Little by little, I found myself looking for him every day. I smile at how easy it is to find him. I should probably attribute it to the fact that we're on the same program. Majority of his professors are handling my subjects, too. Some of my female friends started noticing that I seem to be looking for someone whenever we have free time. They haven't figured out yet who it is, though.

Until one day. I must have stared too long and Vivian spotted him alone in the library.

"Why are you staring at Moore?"

I pulled myself together, not making it too obvious. I thought I might pass it off as me spacing out and not staring at him.

"Hmmm?" It worked.

"Never mind. Why are you spacing out?"

"Moore who?" I thought she might know something about him if I ask.

"What? You don't even know our department chair?"

I frowned at the information. I don't think I participated in that election.

"Right. It was probably around the time you took leave. He didn't talk much during the campaign. He only said a few words but he's really charismatic. I'm not sure why he run for the position. His personality isn't really people-friendly. He rarely speaks when you approach him. He'll talk if your concern is a legit problem, though. Normally, if a student tries to talk to him, he would ask them to see him at their designated office. You've seen that room, right?"

"I see. You sound like you admire him." I was right. She knows. If I don't want to get teased, I should do the teasing.

"Oh, no. He's not my type, but he's certainly admirable. He has his own qualities. He's not the usual guy, though. It's hard to get close to him."

I figured as much as I've been observing him these last few weeks. Wait, has it only been weeks? It might have been a couple of months, if not more.

At the back of my mind, I kept wondering if this is what they call Stockholm Syndrome? Or maybe a semblance of it, since I wasn't obviously a hostage. Because he showed me kindness, I sympathized with him? Wait, what kind of kindness is that? He simply stopped doing something I would hate him for. He stopped himself from committing a crime. I don't want to think what would've happened if he didn't stop. So, why do I relate to him on a certain level? Because there was a connection between us from that moment on? What kind of connection was it? Was it because I was thankful he didn't do a bad thing? It's messed up. I had to stop my head from thinking. Too much is giving me a headache.

When school ended and we had to take a break, I kind of missed him. I tried stalking him on social networking sites but I can't find him anywhere. Wait, I did find him but there have been no updates on them in the last few months. I satisfied myself with looking at the few pictures I managed to scour through them.

That summer, I got interested in personality tests. I've taken quite a few and I've read a lot on the different personality types. I found myself starting to analyze the people I know and guessing their personality type. Eventually, I got to analyzing Kurt Moore.