3:02. Class had officially started. I sat here, patiently waiting. Like I did every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The professor was here and I was taking notes on the lecture. Class had started, but that wasn’t what I was waiting for.
3:03. I could hardly contain myself. I searched the room anxiously. Three empty seats. I double, triple counted them. Three seats. And one of them was right next to me. I would guard that seat with my life. No one was going to take that seat until 3:05. Well, I hoped that seat would be taken at 3:05.
3:04. Who was I kidding? Today would end like every other day with the seat next to me as cold and lonely as my heart. I was just that type of guy. I had a natural way with academics and anything but a natural way with women. Especially a woman like her.
3:05. Like clockwork. Just like every other day, the door swung open. A breeze no one had noticed before that moment rushed in, scented with vanilla and maybe cinnamon and all these other beautiful smells that made your head want to explode. The sun shone bright just for the snippet of time that that door remained open. Her soft curls would blow into view before she would step one of her perfect legs in through the threshold.
She was always perfectly late and that just made it that much harder to resist noticing her. She was so stunning. The door gently closed behind her as she walked behind the back row of seats. All the guys in the row shamelessly stared at her, their necks winding about like an owl’s. It was no use trying to hide it. Everyone, probably even she, knew they were staring. Everyone was staring.
She walked up the aisle in her high heel shoes and her denim skirt. Even though her skirt was tiny, she still managed to look classy. It was probably her tight, white hoodie shirt and pearls that gave that impression. She hadn’t taken off her large-framed, Hollywood glasses, yet, so no one could see which spot she was eyeing. I tried to turn away, fearing that if I had to watch her pick a seat that wasn’t the one next to me another day, I’d die. But, of course I watched her saunter down the center aisle, slowly.
As if in a movie, she seemed to be walking in my direction. She looked as if she were heading straight for me. I didn’t let myself believe it until the moment she sat her teeny, tiny little denim skirt into the chair next to me and began rifling through her bag. She pulled out a notebook, a pen with rhinestones and feathers coming out of the top, and a clear tube. She placed her bag on the ground, then lifted her sunglasses up to the top of her head. She began to apply what must have been lipgloss to her lips from the tube.
I could do nothing, but stare. Once she took off the sunglasses, I was powerless. I don’t know how to explain it really, it’s not that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I mean, she was very beautiful, but I stared at her because of something else. Some inescapable force that kept me orbitting her like a dazzled and captive moon. I am such a nerd.
She turned to me and quickly flashed an awkward and polite smile, “May I help you?”
“Yes.” I answered, not quite sure what she had asked me.
She cocked her head to one side, “With what?”
“Yes,” I purred, now completely lost in a daze. Immediately, I shot out of my trance, “What, I’m sorry?”
She smiled again, “I asked is there something wrong?” She knit her perfect brows together a little in confusion.
“No no, I just, I’m- I’m sorry.” I quickly returned to my notes, my face on fire. Wow, real smooth Lobkowicz, real smooth. All class, I took notes while sneaking peeks at her. Well, not really taking any notes while staring intently at her through the corner of my eye so much that I gave myself a headache. When class was over, I felt my life was over. I had been staring at this girl from afar for two months and when I finally had the chance to say something to her, my tongue swells up and I instantly have the IQ of a throw pillow. Now, it was all over and I knew I would never get the chance again.
“Hey, do you get this?” I snapped out of my melancholy at the sound of a sweet voice.
Was she really talking to me?
“Uh, what? Get what?” I had to get it together. This was a chance at redemption and I was not about to waste it.
“Everything we looked at today, I just don’t get it,” she sighed, “You’re smart, aren’t you? You get good grades? I was wondering if you could help me because I am so lost at sea.” she giggled.
So was I. So was I.
“Uh, yeah, it’s simple. Logarithms aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Once you get past their armor, they’re really big softies inside. Like candy bars with nougat inside, I guess.”
She laughed, showing off her 60 watt smile. Wow, I guess my jokes were better than I thought. “Omygod, that’s so funny,” she giggled, “Yeah, I would love it if you would tutor me sometime.”
What? What did she just say? Did she just initiate a chance for me to ogle at her beauty and maybe for us to even engage in conversation in a time and setting other than now, in between these four walls?
“Uh, yeah, I’d have to-” she stared at me expectantly as I stammered. Why the hell wasn’t I saying yes? “Just- can I see your notes?” What? Can I see your notes?! Was I out of my goddamn mind? Just say yes!
“Oh no,” she said, tucking her notebook into her bag, “They’re a real mess. Just trust me on this. I need the help.” Again, I was blinded by one of her radiant smiles.
“No, yeah, I don’t even know why I said that,” Get a hold of yourself, man, “I would love to tutor you. I’d- yeah, that’d be great.”
“Great! Just give me your number, so I can tell you when I’m free!”
I listed off my digits and watched in disbelief as she punched them into her phone. Any minute now, my alarm was going to go off and I would have to wake up, go to school, and do this day all over again. Minus the hot girl asking me for tutoring time.
But, no alarm went off.
“What’s your name?” she asked me, standing up to leave.
“Benji. Benji Lobkowicz.”
“Thanks, Benji.” she began to walk toward the door. I took a couple steps behind her.
“Wait, uh- I never got your name.”
She paused in the doorway, her silhouette illuminated by sunlight, her hair blowing in the light breeze that follows her around. “Oh,” she said, not as giggly as before, lowering her sunglasses. “I’m Charlie.”
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I know this chapter is short, but I just couldn't bare to put Lobkowicz through any more!!
Charlie doesn't discriminate! She even goes for the nerds! We're breaking everyone's hearts today, because remember, MEN ARE EVIL!
Just kidding! Love men! hahaha :)
But, do you know what is evol? LOVE! Marina will tell you all about it over there on the side and there's also a free download in it for you, I hope. Not me, totally someone else's video and hyperlink and everything I just posted the URL here, so enjoy!
