Control

3 - Sexpert

authors note - Back to Ellie's POV!! Also, I've had a few comments that have found her character annoying, or a 'pick me,' and a bunch of other things. if you find her annoying, don't <3

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Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out.

I hand the man his pastry, his eyes looking my body up and down before grunting and leaving before I can give him his spare change. Now I feel bad, I should've handed him his change sooner.

I take a deep breath, one I didn't even know I was holding, and stretch, interlocking my fingers and pulling my arms high into the sky. I dressed down today, in a pink sweatshirt and grey leggings, even though it's the first day of my human sexualities class. Maybe I did it subconsciously, I've been nervous about this class since I learned about it.

It's not common for a 20-year-old woman to know nothing about sex, but here I am. Thanks to my parents, I never had the tools to learn about it. It's only been recently that I've tried to at least learn the basics, but it all makes me so uncomfortable. I'm not kidding when I say that I haven't felt anything special 'down there' for 6 years. I'm not sure why, but my only reason could be my father. For 6 years, I haven't tried to learn a thing about sex. But here I am, taking a human sexualities class, where I'll probably be the only idiot virgin in a room full of expert sex people. Sexperts.

I hear a throat clear in front of me, and I look to see possibly the most handsome man I've ever seen. His head is slightly curly, slightly wavy, and is just long enough to slightly hide the top of his forehead. It gives the appearance of, "I just got up," but it's definitely been expertly groomed. Perfect would be a better word, actually. And his eyes, oh my gosh, they're so green. They're so super light on the inside, then on the outside, they're like this mossy forest green and I can see brown specks.

Those have to be the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.

He's wearing a brown sweater with a black button-up shirt under it, the collar sticking out around his neck. He's wearing light brown trousers and brown dress shoes. He has a few piercings on his ears and a smile that literally leaves me breathless. His skin is slightly tan, with freckles anyone I have the chance of looking. He's even got freckles on his hands, though some are covered up the higher I can see by tattoos that must be on his arms. He looks soft somehow though, like a pillow. I've never seen anyone like him.

Once I realize that I've been staring at him for far too long, I gasp and start apologizing. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know where my head is at today! I'm normally not as out of it, I swear, I'm so sorry!" I feel horrible, and I've probably taken up so much of his time. He looks important, I've probably ruined his day by messing up his schedule.

But he just chuckles and smiles at me, his eyes not leaving mine.

Well, that's definitely different than the last guy.

"What do you think I'd like here?" His eyes finally leave mine to look at the bakery section next to me, and I'm not sure whether I'm relieved or disappointed. Probably a little of both.

"I really like the cinnamon rolls, but you look like a croissant guy." I widen my eyes in fear, what if he doesn't like croissants? What if he's a fan of cinnamon rolls too and I just offended him? Oh my gosh, I'm so bad at being a waitress. "N-Not that you can't have a cinnamon roll of course, who am I to stop you from having a cinnamon roll, but the croissants are super super good and I just made fresh ones this morning. We just got a new kind of jelly too that took all morning to package into our little containers, but I'm just glad that we don't use the plastic ones anymore, those are bad for the environment." I take a breath and see that he's just staring at me with a big smile on his face, his hand clutched to his leather bag as he doesn't say a word and lets me ramble. "S-Sorry. I tend to ramble when I'm nerv-nervous."