Story of Dreams

Dream 5

(Charlie DePew as Jacob)

"Ok well I should probably leave...but I had a lot of fun tonight guys," I said giving them my signature smile.

"Aw alright, you should come out more with us V" Anthony told me.

"Hahaha for sure Ant," I checked my phone again and had another text. "Okay well I'll see you guys."

"Hey wait up, I'll walk you back," Tom said. Shit. No!

"Um no it's okay, I'm pretty sober there's no need," I tried to brush him off, he really didn't need to come with.

"No it's okay I should be leaving too or I'm going to wake with the worst headache. See you later Ant, breakfast tomorrow?" he said talking to Anthony as I stood in the doorway freaking out. This was not supposed to happen, this will be so awkward! I mean what-

"Hey you good?" Tom said shaking a hand in front of my face.

I shook my head quickly and snapped out of it. "Yeah I'm just...peachy," I said trying to give a smile, but it was so forced. We walked out of Anthony's dorm with our last goodbyes and walked down the hall.

This was all too familiar and too awkward. See last weekend was pretty similar to this. We all went out and they got drunk, the boy's I mean, while I stayed sober, and well when Tom gets drunk, he's the type that needs affection, lots of it. Well so last weekend we went out and Tom got drunk and so well I was the only girl with the group, and so when he needed someone, well I was the one he latched on too. I'd be lying if it wasn't great though. We had spent the night dancing and just secretly holding hands and stuff. And then we went to his room and just lay in his bed talking about life, and cuddling. I think I almost fell in love. But then the next night they went out and I did too but with different people and saw him out with another girl pretty much doing the same as we were the night before. And it just broke my heart that moment we shared had meant so much to me and then it got ripped away not even 24 hours later. So then I did what any broken hearted girl would do, I cried into the should of my best friend Andrea. I wanted to confront him and ask him if it meant anything at all but I didn't have his phone number and I just had this gut feeling that he doesn't normally talk that way with his other "subjects". Andrea was great to me but she didn't have the truth and I knew no one would, because Anthony wasn't allowed to know I had spent the night with Tom, it was the one rule Tom had, "We can't tell Anthony you were here." He told me as we were still in bed and first I thought nothing of it but honestly that was so stupid. Anthony and I had nothing anymore so there shouldn't be any hard feelings. We ended what we had in the very beginning of the semester, so this was just dumb. But I respected his wish and never told Anthony. The next three days I cried and stayed away from the gang so I wouldn't have to confront them or...Tom. After the tree days I snapped out of it. I was over this pining. He was a guy that had the nice guy front but then he was still a player in the heart. Ugh I was over it. I stopped avoiding the guys all together but didn't really talk to Tom. I didn't need to, I would say a casual hi if he said one first but that was it.

As we made our way out of the dorm, I could just feel the tension between us growing. I honestly wasn't sure what was going to happen yet.

"So did you have fun tonight?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I did, met a nice guy at the second house." I said.

"Oh cool." He said. Another thing about Tom, whenever we talked it was always awkward even before that night, that's why that night was so...different. We had a deeper connection then.

We were nearing my dorm building now and so I decided I couldn't be hung up on him anymore.

"Well this is me, so uh, goodnight." I gave a small wave and finally let myself look at his face. Wrong move. Tom was just so gosh dang gorgeous. He had this brown hair, that wasn't too long but so soft to touch, and these light brown eyes that were so captivating for me. He was honestly drool worthy and perfect, one look and I was always hooked. That's why I refer to him now as the "one hour crush". If I get a good look at him, I start to re-feel my crush for him for a good hour or so then I'm over it again. Every. Single. Time.