An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 2: Unrecognizable

The spring semester started with a heavy load of classes I had to take. I continued advancing my studies in game programming. On top of that, I enrolled in a creative writing course. My computer science professor from last year said it would be smart to at least understand basic storytelling in the event of making a game. According to his background of working with triple-A companies, it could take days, weeks, or months to be considered hired to work on games. Garanties usually vary. Working with small teams was the best choice for him and that was the advice he gave to his students.

The class I enrolled in taught how to use 3D software. There were students I recognized from last semester, but it was mostly full of fresh faces that were guys. The class had two geeky-looking girls sitting in the front row. I learned their names to be Shannon and Misty after our professor did roll call. Shannon had blonde hair and Misty had brown hair with half of her hair buzzed off. They sat together in the front of the class, right in front of me out of all places. The ratio between them jumped a point when Yosefin strolled in.

"Hiya!" Yosefin said. The girls lifted their heads to see her. They watched her walk around them and they didn't look away when she kissed me on the cheek. "You smell good. What do you got on?" Her compliment made me shy to answer in from of them. "It smells like grapes." She guessed correctly. I bought a new scent after the brand I liked wasn't in stock at the grocery store.

"It is," I said. Misty smirked. She turned her body halfway over her chair and asked if she could get a whiff. Shannon laughed. Yosefin didn't find it amusing. She gave her one of the most terrifying death stare I had seen.

"What? It was a joke," Misty said.

"Come take a whiff."

Yosefin leaned over my desk from the aisle, putting herself between me and MIsty. She told her to come again and curled her finger to hurry up. Misty refused. She even apologized. Thank god Yosefin stopped pressuring her. Yosefin would have made a simple joke turn into some stupid fight or argument.

"Are you okay?" I said. "Did you get off the wrong side of the bed?"

"If being on the wrong side was stomach cramps," she said quietly. "Then yes." It took her, Kat, and Naomi for me to figure out that women tend to have varying types of mood swings and other issues when they are on their period. Yosefin got snappy most of the time. Sometimes she would get passive-aggressive with me but I knew not to take them seriously since she wasn't acting out of anger.

"How bad is it?" I said. I rubbed my index knuckle on the side of her thigh to judge what I could do next once she reacted to it. Her leg moved away from it. It was only an inch but it was all I needed.

"I'm good, for now."

"Let me know if it gets annoying. I can rush down to the RX wing."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yes."

"That's so sweet of you," she said before giving me a tight lip smile. She gently grabbed my hand and pressed it down on her thigh with both hands. "Hey, what are your plans during spring break?"

"I don't know," I said, mumbling my words. I was so busy looking at her hands that I didn't hear a single word she said. My mind was shooting with excitement to see her grab me after she denied my touch. "Wait," I said to cut her off from speaking without knowing I wasn't listening. "Please, start from the beginning. My mind was somewhere else."

"Oh, sure thing. My cousin is getting married during spring break."

"Nice!"

"My family and I are going. And she's allowing the families to bring an extra."