One Night Stand

Chapter 5 : Berlin Wall style

You know how sometimes you don't notice something until it's brought  to your attention, and once you acknowledge it, it's the only thing you can see? Like a stain on a teacher's shirt for example. 

Or let's say... gee i don't know Adam fucking Colder popping up everywhere i go since i slept with him two weeks ago? 

Listen, i don't know if it's because i wasn't aware of his existence before and didn't realize we have the same schedule or if the bastard is stalking me but this is getting tiring and frankly, very awkward. Because when you fuck up you don't wanna be reminded of your mistake every minute of every goddam day do you? No, you just wanna get on with it and move on. 

And feeling those green eyes on me more often than not is making this process painfully difficult. 

So i do what every sensible, reasonable, mature person would do. 

On thursday at the end of my gender studies class i walk up to him and start talking without him even acknowledging me. The poor dude is just sitting there going over his textbook when i launch into speech. 

"listen man we have to face it. it seems like the universe has decided to torture us, and by us I mean me, by making it impossible to avoid you and I would really like to strike Saturday night from my memory which is proving very difficult to do with your face in mine. um I mean your face next to mine."

oh no. I'm starting to ramble this is a catastrophy I can feel myself slipping into word vomit panic mode and meanwhile this bastard is sitting there, lazily smiling up at me, enjoying the show. 

It only makes things worse. There's no stopping this train wreck now. 

"So listen here's what I'm thinking you take east of the campus. I take West. Berlin Wall Style. We create a Google calendar so when one of us absolutely has to be in the other's territory, we can work around it. we-"

oh my god go my god oh my god what am I saying? A google calendar? who am I?? I should not be allowed to be speaking to strangers ever please god let me stop-

"Berlin Wall style?" he asks, smirking, and at that point I had almost forgotten he was dare, to deep into the panic of knowing you've made an ass of yourself but god it's hard not to come back to earth when those eyes look up at you... oh shit he's talking 

"-so yeah listen apart the fact that you're totally insane, what I'm gathering from this is that you're obsessed with me and listen, the other day was nice but I don't even know your name so I don't know if we should be jumping into any marriage plans just yet. I mean I would have to be asking your dad, which makes a road trip necessary, and then there's the whole ring shopping protocol, centrepieces, bridesmaids, my sister is gonna make me make my four year old nephew the ring bearer and I love that kid with all my heart but that's just a recipe for disaster...." he finishes, smiling. And god. what a smile. 

I almost start laughing at his way over the top joke when was he said before going all The Wedding Planner  on me registers and-

"You don't know my name?" I ask, trying to remain calm but starting to feel irritated all over again. "oh my god" the realisation dawns on me "is that why you kept calling me baby like a frat bro in a teen movie? "God you're even more of an asshole than I thought congrats" I finish, starting to laugh at the idiocy of this whole situation, me making a whole thing of straying off the path I so carefully carved for myself here, and all for a night with a guy who can't remember a six letter name. A very common one at that. 

"Come on," he says, like I'm the one in the wrong here. "We were both drunk, it was a night of fun, let's not make a big deal out of things."

"First of all, don't take away my right to be dramatic, it's my favorite hobby" I reply, trying to get the upper hand back in this conversation, which I lost around the google calendar offer. "Secondly, not that you would know this but I am very petty and very big on principle so yes I am making a big deal out of things. It's my constitutional right as an American"

"Oh well who am I to go against the Constitution?" he replied, amusement visible on his face

"Exactly. Our forefathers didn't die to be disrespected like this. Washington is rolling over in his grave right now, weeping on the lost sons of the Land of the Free." I reply, regaining a little of bravado now that this conversation is slipping into the easy territory of sarcasm. 

"Anyways this conversation is over, I will go back to pretending you've never seen me naked and you can go back to whatever it is pretty boys do around here. Have a great rest of your day, and an average life."

"Oh so you think I'm pretty do you?" he catches immediately, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

Shit. shit shit shit. Stupid non existent brain to mouth filter. One of these days I'm going to die of embarrassment.

"Don't let it get to your head. You're not my type. Drunk brain big mistakes you know the drill. bye bye now. "

I turn on my heels to leave as quickly as possible and try to salvage the little dignity I have left when I hear his voice calling after me. 

"You never ended up telling me your name!"

"Not my problem. Bye asshole"

"Bye Baby" He calls back, smirking. 

Well shit.