Prelude
Pealing the paint from my nails, nervously digging my teeth into my bottom lip. He gazes at the bordered menu then back at me. Why was he torturing me. Was this all just some silly game? He does not want me! He said so himself, I heard it didn't I? Otasha was right, I should've never agreed to this, knowing how strong willed I am not, and knowing his reputation would do all more but make me quiver. His big brown eyes, long eye lashes and fair skin was all too much for me. Soon enough he would ask me, and I would give in. If he asks that means he cares right? I don't wanna rush it. But then again I'm so wrong. Im a virgin, I must remain one until my husband takes it, right? He finally puts down the menu and just stares.. waiting for me to look up. I slowy raise my head, only to see his boyish smirk form on his face. And he asked "Wanna come over?"
Chapter 1
Run Dash Crash
Runninng late to class is always embarrasing. It's like you're in a marathon alone, and everyone is watching you sweat and nearly die looking rediculous as they laugh and some shake heads. But today I had no choice, Professor McGibbs said if we were late to class we could not take the final. Pretty strict if you asked me. Now, silly me forgot their wallet so missed the first shuttle, so now im on to the next. I have 3 mins to get to the west side of campus, and my body was already giving out. I could feel the honey bunches of oats and 1 percent milk tossing around in my tummy and as my body began to heat up, i felt it rising into my isobphogus. My vision became blurry as i became dizzy and just as I was about to faint, a head slammed right into me.
I knew I'd been hit but someone but I just couldnt get my mind to focus back on reality. "Hey are you okay?" A charming voice called out, too bad all I could see was his sillouette. "I think so... c-could you stand still?" I heard him laugh, then I felt warn hands caressing my sides and lifting me back up on my feet. As I swayed, he held my side lifting me down the halls. "Where you headed?" I tried to regain focus, but it was still a bit blurry. "Room 582B" He laughed and bent my head over. Soon water splashed all over my face. "Hey!" I spatted. "Your not that light, ma'am." I stood up quick, and wiped the water off my face."Ugh! my makeup is runny!" I heard his chuckle. "You really don't need it." I looked up at his face, which was now more clear. I felt my heart race, knowing this guy had been holding me for the past 2 mins. He pulled out a napkin, "Here, let me." He held my face and bagan to wipe the eyeliner and mascara off my face. I couldn't help but breathe a little hard as his face became close to mine. Trying so hard to control my heart rate so that he wouldn't hear it. "Nervous?" He smiled at me. "Uh n-no." He laughed.
"Im late!" I screamed. "No youre here, I took you through the short cut. It"s 9:31, go on in."
Relieved I yelled "Thanks!" He smiled back at me.
I walked in and Professor McGiblin said nothing. I was so relieved the exam had not started yet but I seriously regreted not getting that guys name. Maybe Otasha knew of him, either way I had to find out.
Class got out early so I dashed my way into the liabrary hoping to run into the guy again. I ran into the bathroom first to wet my hair, throw on some chapstick and mascarra just in case my second time around was more pleasant then my first,
I walk out normally, but my eyes wandered through people like a snake. I just had to meet this guy again. A group of geeks passed by, slutty girl,girl trying to be sluty, innocent girl... innocent girl talking to a guy, gasp! That's him. I began to walk faster, but hesistated how I would cock block this new chick trying to take him from me. Just then, "Heidi!" someone shouted, distracting me from the guy and just then.. I lost him. I looked back to see this bafoom who just made my day worse and saw Patrick head peeking from behind a mac desktop. I huffed and made my way towards him.
"Woah, why the long face." Patrick frowned reaching out for a hug. I placed my hands up in defense. "Not in the mood Pat, this is not my day." I plopped in the chair next to him and began munching on his fries. He snatched them away. "The day is hardly over, you can still make it up. In fact, there's a party tonight, you should go." Patrick still doesn't fully understand how I am just not the party girl, I'd prefer eating dorritos, watching classic cartoons with a furry animal beside me, than party with a bunch of hoolagan teenagers with no goals or ambitions with their lives. I replied with purse lips and he got the message. "You're never going to make it through this college thing if you remain a loner." My eyes shot back at him. "I am not a loner! I have plenty of friends." He laughed. "Plenty, right. Me and Otashia makes plenty." he joked. "It's plenty for me." I could've had more friends, it's just I am not the one who likes to be amongst the phonies, I'd like to know everyone is real and loves me, tha is all.
"Well, maybe you need someone more than a friend." He gave a boyish smile, but my mind drew back to the guy this morning, maybe he'd be at the party and he'd have a longer conversation with me. Maybe, I could go to this party. "You're right!" I exclaimed. "I am? See! I knew it. I just have this thing when i know, the feeling is mutual and it's right." "I should go to the party, perhaps someone is there who wants to be more than firends... thanks Pat!" I ran out the liabrary and scurried back to my dorm in search for the perfect outfit.
Otashia sat there with 5 books in her hand. "Studying hard?" I exclaimed while running into my closet. "Uh... yeah. 3 exams tomorrow, pop quiz and boy. do I need to cram!." I said nothing and began diggin into my clothes, throwing out all that did not scream cute. "You in a wardrobe crisis here?" I kept digging sporadically. "Somewhat." After digging for ten minutes I came to the conclusion that I don't wear anything that screams cute, all my clothes scream casual with jeans. "Can I borrow an outfit for tonight." She looked at me puzzled, this was definitely not the norm for me. "Tonight? What's the ocassion? Muesum opening?" she joked but was still serious. "No... I'm going to a ... party." "A PARTY? As in P-A-R-T-Y did you tell me?" She jumped on my bed a screamed. "Darn you exams!!" I just sat there and watched this freak go insane over a stupid get together, then again I was just pulling my head minutes ago about what to wear to this stupid get together, but it was for the guy not the party. "Who is he?" Her eyes became wide with joy and interest. "WHat makes you think there's a him" I couldn't hide my smile. "Because, you Heidi, do not party. SO there has to be a guy involved." I couldn't tell her that I was going for some guy I met in5 minutes and didn't even catch his name, nor was even sure if he'd be at the party. "I am simply going for change.. chang is good." She took my lie and went with it. "Then I must do your hair, make-up and outfit."She pulled me out the way, and grabbed a black dress from her closet with nude shoes.
Patrick picked me up, after whitsling about 5 times as I walked to and from his car. "This is gonna be one lucky guy." I shook my head. "This is for change." I reminded him.
The common college party atmospher was around; jocks on chicks, chicks on jocks, gays doing their thing, chicks being fake drunks and lesbos, but my head was not focused on that at all, I just hd to meet the guy. Patrick eventully drifted off from me and I was left alone with red cup in my hand. Not the drinker time, but all this anxiety from waiting frustrated me, I needed a drink.
After 1 hour of waiting for the guy to fly by my eye, I eventually came to a relization that he may not be at this party, in fact there could be 10 other parties he could of been at. The whole idea was stupid, I was stupid for even coming out here like this. He'd probably laugh at me if he knew I came dressed up party in hopes of "coincidentally" running into him. Or would he think it was cute? I took another drink, or two.
In an hour and a half I was half near drunk, and Patrick was no where in sight. I became frustrated, this guy probably was at another party, what was I thinking? I'm an idiot, a complete idiot. Where is Patrick, I need to go home. I suddenly felt naucious, but I decide to cover of the feeling with more drinks. I walked to the stair, stumbling over some people. A guy came by me to holla but, I was not interested. "Not today" I muttered. I kept trying to reach the stairs but, my feet just felt like speghetti. The room grew blurry and soon my head began to spin. As I looked around for Patrick I soon became worried. I tried to run but, My feet would not pick up.
I heard people laughing, chattering and making out. Then the door opened but my vision was to clear to see. Suddenly someone tapped me on my shoulder. "Hey, Hedi you okay?" It was Patrick who was completely sober. "Patrick you jerk, I've been sitting here for like hours, how dare you-- how dare you" my throat began to knot up. Patrick some my naucious face "Oh no you don't" Just as I was about to throw my vomit on him, he pshed my face into someone else shirt.
I looked up, and there he was. The guy, with his overly attractive girlfriend.
