Not so love story

Meeting him

Anna's POV:

If only I could turn back time; if I could do things right then maybe this would not have happened. Ok, let me rewind slightly (not very). So it all started when I went to college. My name is Anna Marsh and I am....

Well....

I'll get to that later.

"I am so psyched right now!", I jump around, squealing with joy. I can't believe I'm finally in college. I currently go to the most prestigious college in the nation, Stanford of course, and it's practically living the ever so stressful American dream. I start to go up to what I assume is my dorm when a cute guy stops me. "Excuse me, that's the guy's dorms." he says as if I've intruded into his territory.

I scan his body as he's talking, unintentionally biting my lip when I notice he has an Australian accent. "Like what you see?" he says, slightly posing his ego against the wall. Something tells me he's most likely popular.

I blush, Oh I haven't even said something, say something already!!! "Oh, u-uh yeah," I stammer as if I've never seen a cute guy in my life. "I-I'm lost. Can you help me find my dorm? I-It's room 213D."

He smiles politely and adjusts his posture, suddenly seeming like the studious type.

"Why of course."

He looks over his shoulder and grabs my wrist, pulling me along, but I shake my hand free, not ready for contact with what felt like his burning hot skin. He chuckles and shakes his head, like I'm amusing to him. I may be small, but whatever, its no use to argue.

"What?" I ask, slightly irritated as I notice him smirking, allowing him to lead me on to my dorm. I don't feel comfortable with the idea that he's into me yet.

He chuckles again, causing me to overheat and blush immensely. Why is he laughing at me so much? He is so irritating ugh. A few minutes later he asks me what dorm I am in with a wink, clearly seeming forgetful. "He just winked at me," I think, shocked.

He chuckles once more "Yes, I did wink at you".

"Oh, shit... did I say that out loud?" I reply as my face turns crimson red from embarrassment.

Um, well just think of something else... or maybe that's not such a good idea. He looks over at me, pushing aside the amusement and starting to look worried as my embarrassment had turned into anxiety. "Are you ok? You look upset" he gives a concerned face, and I nod my head in response. It would appear he somehow understands my not so fortunate past with men, as I had started crying unexpectedly. He wipes a tear off my cheek and looks at me apologetically. "Uhh... Your dorm is right here" he says as I look up, and he gives me a hug that is oddly sheltering. Great to know he feels bad for me. "I'm sorry for whatever it is he did to you", I am shocked but he must understand. His hugs make me feel as if I'm protected in his warm embrace. Part of me hopes he never lets go. After a couple minutes of him hugging me, he lets go of me and says bye. He smiles back awkwardly while walking away, after that strange but comfortable first impression was finally over.