She corners me with a furry in her eyes that burns "Tell me griffin, what game are you playing at?" When I don't answer it only angers her more and she huffs out the rest "whatever game it is, I want no part. I have no time to play with boys, I don'...
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Today is the first day of the spring term. The sun is out and it's reflecting off of the white stone of the college building, making the court yard feel so bright. Thinking about the course work I have already downloaded, I am dreading this first day. I have read through the syllabus, downloaded the course material for the week, and completed the reading so todays lecture will not benefit me. I walk into the warm building thankful I decided on black shorts and a sage green button down when I approach the lecture hall with sweaty hands on my black backpack.
My life is riding on my business degree so I can get out from my fathers thumb once and for all.I moved out here on a chance, my parents life was suffocating me and I needed to leave.
My mother, a lovely but quiet woman. She is the strongest most caring woman I know but she never spoke up making me feel alone in my fathers world. I always knew she was as stuck in his life as I am so I tried not taking my anger out on her during our suffocated life. She married my father for a business advantage between their fathers. It still makes me feel sick to the day. She's an retired author, who gave up her passion because my father wanted her entirely focused on their home life. Taking care of the kids, the house, and basically being his assistant. Fucking misogyny.
My father, my reason for leaving. Thinking of him burns a fire in me. His social status and wealth mean more to him than his family ever could. He is a true business man. My entire life he spent day in and day out teaching me "lessons". He always said life is the biggest lesson to be learned, which could be valid statements if his way of teaching lessons was less violent.
I let it go and focus on finding a seat preferably away from the rest of the student body. I find a seat in the far back next to the exit door and get settled in. Being 6'4" has it disadvantages when trying to sit comfortably in these lecture hall seats. Ancient oak and black leather that I makes you sweat is this hot ass room. Final bell rings and I see the professor, a old man with a goatee in a blue blazer enters and calls attention to the class.
We review the syllabus and immediately he starts the lecture. I can feel my mind already wandering, filling the professors mindless babble with sleep. A heavy layer of boredom clouding my head. I am almost fully asleep when the exit door slams shut jolting me awake.
I turn, quite annoyed that I was woke from my near slumber but my annoyance is quickly soothed when I see the most striking woman I have ever seen. Her unruly dark curly hair is thrown up in big messy bun so the sharp angles of her face are put in the spotlight and oh my god her eyes, she's not even looking at me and I can already see the wonders swirling in those light eyes. Her lips...I have to look away, my mom taught me to respect women and there is nothing respectful about the way I am looking at her lips. Everyone's seats creak as they turn around to face her as well and I hear her clear her throat awkwardly and I swear she looks embarrassed for a moment before she blinks and confidence and composure slips onto her slightly red face. She steps forward in her baggy black pants which are flared at the bottom slightly revealing beat up converse, a white tank top and a green quarter zip up knitted sweater and I quietly wonder how she isn't dying of heat.
"Miss?" The professor trials off clearly in search for a name to face, and I can't lie and say I am not curious either. "Summers, Dakota Summers" she says with a slight nerve in her tone that you would miss if you weren't hanging on to every word like I am but overall it's soothed down like fine whiskey by her confidence. I take a mental note of her name. She pauses and adds "sir."
The professor marks her name down and dismissively turns to continue his lecture. The class resumes but I am still struck as I watch her let out a breathe and start to search the room for a spot. She catches my eye and I quickly look away hoping she didn't catch me staring even though I definitely was. She didn't need to know that. But of course soon enough I feel movement next to me and I swear I am hearing things when she asks
"Is this seat taken?" She asks with a firm but kind tone laying on top of a alluringly raspy voice. I am quick to make a stuttered gesture of waving my hands around like a moron that the seats free to use. She smiles lightly at me in reply and moves into my space to settle into her seat. I wanted to sit alone at first but now I don't mind as much. Even if the back row where I was sitting was empty, she choose to sit in the seat directly next to me so I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. I gotta get my ducks in a row so I give it a few deep breathes and attempt to make small talk but for some wild reason I am so nervous that all that comes out is "sooo what's your name?..." Damn it.
