The Unwinding

1 - Meerly the beggining

"Shit! SHIT! SHIIITT!!"
"You've got to be kidding me," I fume, as I run through my house like a headless chicken, hoping in my jeans whilst simuntaniusly shoving a bagel in my mouth
I glare at my watch again, 8:29 it reads.
I have to be by the metrostarin, which is 8 minutes away in 12 minutes, and I am currently only wearing jeans and one sock.
Clasic .
So out of contecst it may seem like I'm a huge mess, which, partially I suppose is true.
The problem is just that, I'm reeeaally good at being a huge mess, which means people usually don't notice that I have absolutely nothing together in my life.
I manage to get the rest of my outfit together, pour some boiling hot water in my to-go mug, and throw on my quickest pair of boots, never minding zipping up the zipper.

I hurdle myself down the three flights of stairs and power walk my way to the station.
I glance at my watch again, 8:32, perfect save. As long as I keep this pace, I'll make it to the lecture perfectly.
It's funny to think how delusinally I used to idolise being in my twenties and going to college.
I thought I'd be like Rory Gilmore or Elana Gilbert, always up early enough to be able to lounge around before class and plenty of spare time for all my shenanigans.
And don't get me wrong I love my chaotic life, and I do get to squeeze in a friend hangout once in a while, but my life is so far from "that life" I can barely call it the same category.

Sitting on the metro I always people watch, there are about 15 regulars and always a bounch of new faces.
My eye catches on a business guy. He has the whole "tall, dark and handsome" going for him. Dark semi long hair, perfectly tailored suit, clearly both tall and well built. I can't help but eye him appriciativly. He cathes me looking, normally I would look away, my best friend always teases me about it, which is why I have made a challenge for myself. Small acts of bravery, to always look back for at least 3 seconds to any hot person who catches me looking.
It's exhilirating, my heart is beating, but I hold his gaze. He doesn't look away either, but only looks at my face for a second before giving my body a once over.
I suddenly appreciate todays choice of outfit. Black jeans that hug my ass perfectly, a white tight-fitting croptop, and a black blazer on top, my sunglasses holding my hair out of my face. He starts to smile, slightly, I can see in his eyes, given the chance, he would fuck me.
You know how sometimes you can just see it in their eyes? You might never say a word to them but you can just tell that they find you attractive.
A quiet undressing of the other, in his smirk I see the promise of bending me over and having me scream his name.
I am sure I mirror the expression, looking back at his face we lock eyes again and I bite my lip slightly.
Trying to clear the imagined immage of his hand on my throat as he takes me on the seat beside him.
The metro stops for the third time since I got on, and I let myself become part of the tide of people who flood through the sliding doors.
The moment of, movie like romance, broken as the bustle of the city hit me again. I look around, just to see if he had the same stop as me but of course.. no such luck.
I look at my watch, which is not necessary, i know it is 8:49, the one pro of the metro.
11 minutes to get to class, I turn right, headed into the campus and let my feet go on autopilot.

The lecture is interesting, it's about how to modify childrens psycology, to use on adults who experienced sever childhood trauma which caused them to be stuck in some aspect of their life.
Facenating actually, but I can't stop my thoughts from accationally drifting off to the stanger from the train.
His hands were hot, strong long fingers, and I could only too well imgaine the sorts of things they could do.

"Maddie?" Emma puffed me in the side.

"Maddie, are you coming?" She stood up with her things already packed, and I realized that I had completly zoned out for the last few minutes of class.
"Of course, just give me a second." I slipped my computer into my bag, and let my waterbottle nestle beside it.

"Alrighty, that was pretty interesting, don't ya think?" I smiled at Em as I took my coffee cup and got up.
"Very, I think I might have to use it on my dad," she cracked a smile, and I took her hand, giving it a little squeeze.
She was joking, of course, I knew she was, but I knew that she was only joking about it in order to ward off any serious remarks about it.
"You have to report back after christmas, telling me how well it goes." I give her a little giggle, and we head towards our ussual coffeeshop.
She has a meeting with her study group in fifteen, which just gave me time enough to tell her about my early morning encounter.

"Soooo- What has gotten you so distracted in class?"
"Well, there was this guy on the train." My face splits in a huge grin

"Was he hot?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Obviusly, tall dark and handsome, the whole shebang."

She laughed, "Only you, Maddie, only you." She shook her head.
I smiled, she was right, I was the WORST when it came to guys, I'd see them, fall a little for them, Aaaand then we would talk and the magic died. Which is why I prefered to just appreciate them from a distance, letting myself fantacise about them.
With women, it was a lot easier.
"Well, if you see him again, you have to let me know!" she said. As she looked at her watch, we were still in line, but by the little twitch of her nose, I could tell that she would have to take her mocca to go.

We ordered, and as she was getting her steaming cup, which frankly was insane because it was 70 f outside, wayy too warm for hot bevrages- the door to the coffeeshop opened, and he stepped in.
I caught her eye, a slight frenzy taking over my body, she followed my gaze.
"From this morning?" she asked, in a low tone.

I only nodded my head.

"Well, tell me how it goes." She gave me a side hug."Au revoir." She smiled.
"Au revoir." I smiled back at her. As she left, my eyes followed her, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze once more.
"MADDIE!" Catlyn, the barista yells out, holding my large iced coffee in her hand.
I see him register and catalogue my name in his memory.
Well, this should be fun...