Brandon & Callie

Encounter

I realized something when I looked in the mirror this morning. Im 18, I'm not categorized as a kid anymore, I'm...I'm a sprouting adult now. All those years of dreaming this day would come and here I am. I'm capable now, capable of driving, having a job,......falling in love.

I am suddenly jerked out of my thoughts when a recognizable knock comes from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Hurry up Callie I'm late for class?!" Ally shouts annoyingly

  I smile genuinely at her as I open the door calmly "Ally you wouldn't be rushing to get to class all the time if you weren't too busy trying to sleep with all the college boys at NYU." I proceed to walk past her to my bed

"Excuse me not all the boys are from NYU...There are occasional Juilliard hotties as well." She says laughing, as I scoff at her. "I'm kidding Callie jeez, not everyone is like you and has the patience to wait for this so called true love!"

"And not everyone is like you where you feel the need try to have sex with every guy you breathe the same air as." I sigh, clearly annoyed. I look at my watch "great now I'm late..ill catch you later I got to go." I grab my things, barely noticing the bathroom door slam, and rush out the door.

I've upset Ally yet again, looks like this day isn't any different from the last. Next, is I'll come home to my dorm exhausted, only to interrupt Ally and her "new friend", then, try find a way to become distracted until I fall asleep. I'm living the college dream!

I'm trying to untangle my unbrushed hair angrily, while running down the hall when suddenly some guy crashes into me, resulting in both of us falling to the ground. I don't react right away I'm too busy trying to comprehend that I have a stranger on top of me, a stranger that is a guy, and from what I can tell, he isn't that bad to look at.

The guy jumps up quickly and stares at me, smirking, not smiling, but smirking in a very hypnotizing way. Good thing I was never a firm believer in hypnosis.

"Are you gonna smile at me all day or are you gone help me up?"
He doesn't say anything, his response is reaching for my hand and picking me up swiftly. "Thanks" I say to him.

  Again no response. All he is doing is staring at me, studying me. Well I study him briefly too only because someone forgot to teach him the basic concept of talking. I admit, this guy is sexy, his hair is messy yet still looks contained, if that makes any sense, and how his masculine body imprints through his black shirt is a bit intimidating. I try to look for more characteristics but I seem to always come back to his eyes...his dark brown eyes that are currently searching every aspect of my imperfect body. I realize I am getting hypnotized I'm falling for the trick he probably uses on every girl he sees, which only tells me I need to get out of here now.

  " Sorry to interrupt, but I kinda need to get to class..so excuse me." I walk past him as causally and fast as I can. I feel like we had an entire conversation, yet we didn't talk at all.I didn't even find out why he crashed into me, or what his name was...I don't get very far when I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me around.

  The guy is holding my textbooks in his hand. " forgetting something?" He says.

He Is now in front of me inches away, and staring me down like some kind of interrogator. A very breathtaking interrogator. I let out a forced chuckle, " oh wow I would have been screwed if I didn't have those, thanks...again." I smile, trying to regain some of my personal space.

He smiles too, and walks away without saying another word. He probably noticed I was uncomfortable, I bet that was his goal in the beginning.

  I watch him go for awhile before I continue my way towards class trying to relieve my mind of what just happened. I look through my textbooks for distraction. I notice a ripped piece of paper in one of them and take it out to see what it is.

I laugh when I read what's on the paper. Nothing but a name, his name.                

                    BRANDON.