Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 6} - FIRST DATE

Kappa Sigma, during the day, differed from their late night parties.

Walking in with less chaos made it extremely easier to get in.

The lack of socialization left the house hollow.

Those who were there chilled over in the living room, none bothered enough to stop her from entering.

Within the house she came to the realization she had no idea where Keil's room was.

Endlessly she searched, down every corridor, silently punishing herself for every mistake.

Unexpectedly Pretty girl was agitated, and slightly nervous.

She wasn't troubled being in Keil's presence, on the contrary, she was concerned how the situation would play out.

A foreign experience. How was she supposed to act?

Pretty girl didn't ask Abigail for guidance.

Knowing Abigail's advice would inevitably be useless, with her only getting physical, and nothing more.

That was her primary love language, mastering it throughout her years, doing it was a breeze.

Breezy like buttering a piece of toast I suppose.

Don't worry, going to Terry was the last thing on her mind.

Surprisingly she'd be no help either.

Since Keil wanted her to come over she made sure to do some research.

Google provided information such as; Be interested in what they're saying, smile at them, laugh at their jokes, and make direct eye contact.

They were all things she couldn't force if they weren't genuine.

On the other hand, Keil was known for going overboard with dates.

Growing up without awareness of currency, everything was at his disposal.

On extreme occasions he'd take his girlfriends on vacations to Paris, or Hawaii, trips to five-star restaurants, and showering them with designer brands as gifts.

Blinds them from the bigger picture, wrapped in a gold bow.

Taken aback by the location of their hangout she didn't think much of it.

From countless trials, and errors, she found his room.

She opened the door without his permission, still she had the curtsy of knocking on the frame.

As expected, it was laid out perfectly. Everything had a place, and a purpose. Nothing felt like it didn't belong.

The sound of her arriving broke Keil from his concentration.

Laid out on his desk was a math assignment.

"Is this a bad time", she asked.

"Nope I was just finishing up."

The walls were littered with polaroid photos of places he visited, some captured his friends, and family. His bookshelf was stacked with studying material, all color coordinated.

"I'm just going to put everything away, you can sit on my bed while you wait."

A grey shaded comforter covered the bed, with a singular pillow. Stiffly she sat down at the edge, meanwhile braiding sections of her hair. The movement of the ceiling fan lessened the stillness.

"Do you feel cold? I can turn off the fan if you want?" Keil asked.

"No thanks, I'm good."

The assignment was put back in an orderly fashion, and Keil situated himself two feet from her.

His body colliding with the mattress tensed every muscle in her body. He showed no sign of being timid, lying on his back, hands resting under his head.

Repeatedly in her mind she was reminded of what she needed to do.

"So, what were you doing before I came?" She questioned.

"Some homework I needed to finish."

"Was it hard?"

"No, not really, only took a few minutes."

A buzzing sensation was coming from his phone. Seconds went by with his fingers keeping busy on the keyboard.

Her fingers were busy intertwining strips of her hair together.

Deprived from any attention the air thickened.

"Um the polaroid photos... on the wall most are from vacations you went on? Was their one vacation that you liked the most?"

"Hmm... I'd say China, I went there for new year's."

His hands stopped moving, and were wrapped around her waist. Head nuzzled against her hip.

"Don't worry I plan to bring you on a trip when we're on break. Anywhere you want to go?"

She stuttered, "I-I don't really know where I'd want to go."

His hair rubbed side to side against her jeans. His hands gripped tighter.

"Hey can I ask you something", Keil asked.

"Sure." She responded.

"Have you ever dated anyone before me?"

She hesitated; a bit wary of answering the question.

"No, I haven't."

His arms released themselves, used as support, lifting himself up. His face brightened. Twisted, and contorted.

"What do you like about me?" He asked another question.

She didn't know why she liked him, let alone if she liked him. "I just like you."

"Do you mean it?" His hands rested on her checks, both of them facing each other.

She diverted her gaze from his.

"Yep, I'm sure of it."

The wall between them was being chipped away.

Their breaths fusing. It ceased once she got up and walked to the pictures.

"Ummm... so where was this photo taken?"

Keil stared, drilling daggers. Sighing, he replied "That was when I went to Australia".

Flopping his back onto the bed, he patted on the sheets, motioning her to come back.

She obeyed, and laid right beside him.

His eyes fixated on her while she examined the ceiling fan.

"Why did you agree to date me?" He interrogated.

"Because I like you." She replied. Quiet. Muzzled.

"You know I asked you out because I like you. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

She turned her body adjacent to his.

In silence they eyed each other. Deeper she peered into his hazel iris.

With no more ideas of conversation starters, the ceiling fan got louder.