Autumn Leaves

Two

SMUT WARNING (it's towards the end of the chapter and kinda subtle but still. I felt weird writing it.)
Hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Jennay****
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Art history was boring as hell. It's a two hour lecture about a bunch of stuff I don't really care about. I'm surprised I could focus due to the thoughts buzzing through my head. I see the door open and a boy with shoulder length brown hair, brown skin, brown eyes. Vic. He had this class? I never thought of him as the type of guy to like art. Then again I didn't think of him in college for anything else but soccer. Well I did but not academically.

He saw me staring at him and my face goes red. He makes his way up the stairs to my row and he sits next to me. I'm fucked. I think about how I could get out of this situation. I could move. But then Tay would probably hate me. I couldn't get out of this situation without getting a lecture on why not to leave your best friend alone in the class. I knew she didn't mind the class we had together second time today. So I stand up.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I never realized how hard Vic was laughing next to me. Asshole. I also realized, this is college. You don't need to ask to go to the bathroom. My face gets even redder and I leave the row of desks, and leave the room. As soon as I get to the bathroom, I fix my hair. If I'm going to sit next to a hot guy I might as well look good to do so.

When I entered the room the professor was still teaching. He never stops. I quietly make my way back to my row and sit down. Positive I look pretty decent. I'm glad the brown skinned boy was focused on taking notes to notice I was back. But that changed very soon for me. As I walked through the row to get to my seat, someone tripped me causing me to stumble.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" Vic asked me as if he was my mother. Which ironically never asked if I was okay.

"Uh.. yeah I- I'll be fine." I hated when I stuttered.

"Okay." He flashed a toothy grin at me. God he was hot. I shake the thought from my head and sit down, taking out my notebook once again.

After art history, my stomach is basically howling. I make my way to the student kitchen, find some ramen, and I eat it. With chopsticks. I get lost in my thoughts on how talented I am until someone sits down at the table across from me. Vic. Great. I let out a semi-loud sigh that sounded pretty annoying if I do say so myself.

"Why are you sitting here?" I start.

"Well, this just so happens to be where I eat my food." He's sarcastic too? Hmm this was going to be interesting.

"Well, most people eat in the dining room. But I, unlike those people, eat on here. According how 'antisocial' I am." I put air quotes around the antisocial part. "However, you" I point at him. "Always eat in there" I point to the dining room. I've gone to this college long enough (only my first year, but it's whatever) to know that the popular people like Vic, including the rest of the soccer team, sit there.

"So, you think, that just because I'm on the 'soccer team' means I have to sit in there." He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, uh.. n-no not exactly.." my voice is so small.

"That's what I thought." He starts laughing uncontrollably. It's kind of cute actually. "Even if I am the captain of the team, doesn't mean I like sitting with them. I'm playing soccer because my papa basically forced me to." Papa. How cute.

"Papa?"

"It's what I call my dad." His face gets red and he looks at his lap. I never realized how small he was, until just now.

"No, no. It's cute." Shit. Did I really just say that out loud? With a giggle?

"Haha thanks.. I guess.." and if it was possible, his face got redder and I liked him more than I already did. Did I really just admit to myself that I liked Vic Fuentes? Yes and I don't care.

The rest of my lunch was spent with Vic, eating ramen without chopsticks, complaining on, and why I'm so good with chopsticks. Which I replied with, "because I'm good with my hands." And I watch his face of surprise get red. God there was a lot of blushing today.

After our 'lunch date' Vic, out of the blue, decides to wash up for me. Which makes me go absolutely crazy. I have no more classes after my next class, painting. If you couldn't tell by now, I'm an art major. I absolutely loved art. Painting however was my shortest class of my day. 45 minutes long. It was basically a high school class, other than the fact that we were painting a person. A real life person. The professor's partner, Alex. He was attractive to say the least. Barakat had a picture of them at their wedding which was cute and all, but that just mean there was a big "NO LONGER IN STOCK" sign on him. So many people with that sign on them. It was a shame really. I was happy with it though, seeing how this was a regular class, I saw him every day. Vic however, was also on my mind during this class, making it extremely difficult to focus. By the time Barakat came around the room to check on our progress, there were hearts all over my canvas with the initials "K. Q" and "V. F" in them. I was so lost in my fantasies that they had became part of my painting.

"Hmm, interesting work Kellin. But try to calm down a little before you stand up to leave." His eyes moved towards my lap. Shit. "It's happened to me before." My face got red. "You're lucky this is your last class of the day. Stay a little later than usual to take care of your little.. problem."

God this is embarrassing. My face was hot as hell as I impatiently waited for everyone to leave. I needed this release badly. I just need to wait.

It takes at least ten minutes for everyone to file out of the room and by the time they do, I'm darting to the bathroom to take care of my "problem" and when I do, it feels fucking amazing even if I shot all over myself. It still felt great when it happened.

God I hate feelings. If I was a robot I wouldn't have this problem. But unfortunately for me, robots are illogical. I get cleaned up and walk out of the bathroom stall, happy to see nobody else was in the bathroom. I'm sure what I just did would be frowned upon greatly. Especially from an art major.

I shrug it off and exit the building, heading home. I live three blocks away from the college so it's not that far of a walk. At least not for normal people. I of course get distracted by everything in fucking existence which sucked because before I knew it, I was falling on my face. From a fucking tree. How'd I even get up here? I don't remember climbing anything. Whatever.

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Oh my gosh I'm so sorry about this chapter. It's a total mess. I really did have a plan for this chapter but I'm brain dead right now. It's really late when I finished this chapter so I don't know what happened. But, please feel free to comment and vote!

Jennay****