Untouched and Invisible

Chapter 1

OLIVIA 

"Mom!" "Dad! You can go now! I promise there is nothing left to unpack, I'll be okay." I couldn't wait to get them out of my dorm, their only child leaving the nest has to be hard, but I'm feeling suffocated. 

"Honey, are you sure? We just want to make sure you're all settled, should we wait with you for your roommate?" My mom couldn't help but radiate stress in the little room the three of us were in. And all it was doing was making me hot. 

"No, I'm sure she's nice. It'll be fine, I'll call you later and tell you all about it," I was doing anything to get them out of my hair. I've never been on my own before, and yes that's terrifying but this anxiety filled room was not making me feel any better. 

After what seemed like about an hour of talking my parents down from the panic attack they were both having I finally managed to get them to their car. Freshman move in day buzzing all around us, only showing off to everyone the train crash that are my parents. I know they mean well but I didn't want to start my year off like this, as the girl who had to hold her parents hand the whole day. As I got them to their car I finally grabbed my purse and my jacket that I had tucked under the seat on the long car ride here. So ready to go inside and mentally prepare for the year to come. 

"Okay, well we love you baby" my dad said. His eyes were brimming, and I could tell he was doing everything in his power not to cry. "Okay Dad, I promise to check in and I'll be home for the holidays before you know it" I reassured him. I was talking to him through the driver's side window, standing on the step to get a good look at my mom crying into a tissue on the other seat. I stepped off, blew one last discreet kiss to the both of them, hoping no one around would notice. And they were on their way. Slowly and reluctantly pulling out of the parking slot, and down the long driveway out of campus. I watched them get to the curb, thinking this was going to be the start of the rest of my life. 

But right as I turned around I realized jut how alone I am, everyone running up to their friends, hugging and shouting like school children. And there I was in an oversized T-shirt with some beat up sneakers, standing alone. I slowly made my way back to my dorm room, having to walk across the lawn as everyone was crowding any place to stand. I made it about 20 feet before I was caught up in what seemed like a wrestling match. Getting knocked off my feet and onto the slightly damp and freshly cut grass. I could tell it's just been cut because I could smell it on the walk in, don't you just love the smell of freshly cut grass? Okay back to the topic at hand, I'm on the floor, under something heavy, feeling very uncomfortable and an ache in my ass. Seems some guys were too excited to see each other and thought a tackle was better than a hug. Only thing I wish they would have seen instead was me, but I guess I'm used to that. No one ever sees me. 

They laugh it off and fuck around a bit more as they push each other out of the way to race to get up. Only I'm there, flat on my ass and aching with no one to help me. 

As I try to lift myself forward I feel a pair of thick arms lift me from behind and bring me to my feet. In one big huff I dismiss the hands, "Okay! Okay! I got it, get off of me!" I can't help but be irritated that I was even tackled in the first place, let alone want some random guy coming to my "rescue". As I push his hands away I realize they don't really budge, as though my full force didn't even affect him. 

As I make my full turn to face the person who has so generously deemed themselves my knight in shining armor I find a chest. Only then do I realize I have to look up to see the rest of him. He seems emotionless, immune to dismissal I just gave him. Like nothing anyone has ever said could affect him. 

He looks at me, then looks the floor. Only then do I realize he's pointing down. Before he even speaks I cut him off. "I'm fine, yes I fell. and no I don't need your help." All I need now is an I'M STUPID shirt and I'll look just as dumb as I feel. I turn on my heels, anxious to get to my dorm room, shut the door and bury myself under my covers to die of humiliation. I take about two steps and come to a screeching stop as my tote bag is pulled back and I spin around to see a long arm latched to it. 

"You know a thank you would have been fine, and I wasn't going to ask if you were okay. I was going to tell you you dropped these." he says. This stranger, this tall beautiful (not sure how I didn't notice before) stranger was holding my FUCKING UNDERWEAR on the edge of his finger. 

Like it was a fucking trophy, something to flaunt to the other people in this quad. But it wasn't a trophy, it was a pair of pink cotton panties, with a small bow on the front. And sure if they were from Victoria Secret or something like that I would've been able to survive this. Except they weren't, they were a pair my mom bought me. GRANNY PANTY UNDERWEAR STILL ON HIS FUCKING FINGER.

OH MY GOD! THEY'RE ON HIS FINGER!

It took me a second to render what happened. Be it  from shock, or maybe I actually died  but I finally gained control of my limbs and snatched them so quickly you'd think I took his finger with it. I couldn't look up at him, I wouldn't look him in the eye.I was racking my brain trying to figure out how they were even here.  I simply said "thank you" as quiet as possible, like a whisper stuffed them in my bag and sped walk out of there. 

I managed to speedwalk without another incident all the way to my dorm room. I opened the door, slammed it shut and locked it. And as if the wave of embarrassment has just hit me I fall to the floor with my hands on my head. I am slumped against the door trying not to cry, tears brimming from the embarrassment of someone finding my 12 year old underwear. But the tears never fall,  everything stops. My breathe halts, my heartbeat dulls, and I'm left with two thoughts. 

1. Always double check if your underwear is stuck to your sweaters when fresh out the dryer.

 And.......

2. He saw me.......

                          Did he have blue eyes?