The Reality of a Relationship

Prologue

"Okay fine I'll make it there in time for dinner mom, but right now I'm really busy so I'm gonna hang up."

Whew. Now that mom has stopped bothering me I have to get back to writing my 10 page essay. Oh and have I mentioned that it's due tomorrow! Yeah I'm what you call the queen of procrastination.

I've been sitting in this Starbucks seat for at least 2 hours now. There was no way I would've gotten the essay done on time at home. It was where a pair of very loud and obnoxious younger brothers resided. Yes, that's right, not one but two. As much as I love my baby brothers, there are still times when I want to duct tape their mouths shut.

Knowing that I'm getting nowhere in writing the essay, I decided to get another coffee. To be exact it'd be my fifth cup this whole day. I'm surprised that I'm not jittering like I'm high on drugs by now.

In the two hours I have been here I only managed to write 4 pages. Well forgive me if I find the importance of supply and demand a bit boring. With something as uninteresting as that, I'm way too easily distracted. It's a good thing that barely anyone comes to this Starbucks since the bigger one is just five minutes away and everyone prefers that one.

I pick up my coffee cup and head back to my seat.

Oh shit.

I just bumped into some dude who clearly doesn't know where he's going! You'd be thinking that I spilled the coffee on him but with my luck, my shirt was the one that ended up getting stained. Well, that was a waste of my precious $6 coffee.

"Shit, shit, shit. This is so... Urgh... hot," I yelped in pain from the burning coffee.

"I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you," the guy responds. He runs to get tissues and without thinking starts wiping my chest.

I clear my throat before continuing, "Um... I think I can wipe myself clean."

He pauses and looks up at me with his hand left on the most awkward spot - right on one of my breasts! "Oh I guess you're right."

You'd be thinking that he probably got what I meant and moved his hand, but nope. Instead he just kept staring right at my face.

"Um..." I started. He gave me a confused look and in response I nodded towards his hand.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Trust me I'm not that type of guy. I was just trying to help, but didn't even realize how..." he paused, "inappropriate that was."

For the first time since I bumped into him, I took a good look at him. He was astonishingly handsome. His brown hair was spiked just like every other guy had these days, but it looked so much better on him. And don't even get me started on his eyes. I could get lost in those beautiful green eyes of his - in fact I think I already was. He was wearing a casual plaid button up with black jeans. I don't know what it was about him that just drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Before he could notice I was staring too long, I spoke up. "Don't even worry about it, I understand."

He looks surprised at what I had just said. "Oh really? I thought you'd slap me or something. Which I guess would've been totally called for."

"Well I was kinda angry but a good look at you simmered me down," I blurt out before I could even think what I was saying.

My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes widened. Wait. Did I just? Dammit, I did. I totally just admitted to checking him out. When I looked at him, he just had an amused look on his face.

"You know what? I just remembered that I have an essay to write. Not to mention I'm not even half way done and it's due tomorrow. And I don't think the economics essay is gonna write itself. So goodbye," I said hurriedly trying to escape from the awkward situation I put myself in.

"Wait at least let me buy you another coffee or maybe help you out with your essay," he stopped me before I could turn away.

"You know about economics?"

"Yeah it's my other major in college so I guess I know a bit about it."

"Wait, what do you mean other major?"

"I have two majors - economics and biochemistry."

"Smart lad huh? Well, I'm gonna take you up on your offer as I need as much help as I can get." I guide him to my seat and he moves his chair to position it right by mine.

"Before we start, what's your name?" The guy speaks up.

"It's Willa. And you are...?"

"Brett."

"So I'm in my first year of college but you seem experienced so I doubt you're in your first year as well," I point out to Brett.

"Yeah I'm actually in my third year so I'm used to all the work college piles up on you by now." Brett replies with a smile.

Gosh, this boy is always smiling. But, I don't mind, it's wonderful to look at.

-•-

"Holy crap Brett! You made me finish my essay in less than an hour. I was sure that I'd have to fake a doctor's note as an excuse to hand it in late," I gush hugging Brett.

Brett gave me amazing pointers to add to my essay and after supporting them and all that fun stuff, I had written 10 pages.

"It wasn't all me, you have pretty good writing skills that definitely helped you out in finishing the essay," Brett says as he hugs me back.

We stand there for a minute just in each other's embrace before I realize that we've been hugging longer than deemed necessary. I causally pull away before anything would get awkward.

"Do you have to be home soon?" Brett asks me.

"Technically, I have to be home in time for dinner so no."

"Then stay with me for a bit and let's talk."

I nod my head in response before taking my seat again and putting my bag back down.

That night we talked and laughed and connected perfectly with each other. It was the start of something promising.