Dear Heartbreaker (Completed)

Letter # 5

Dear Heartbreaker,

Two days later, your face out of mind, fate struck. Or maybe I should say the storm of Cole swept in and rained down into my life despite my attempts at portraying our first meeting as mere chance and a happy memory.

It happened something like this...

Swish.

I looked up in annoyance at my roommate, still feeling the light sting of the dress my roommate had thrown at my face.

"What the heck Janna?"

She shrugged, not fazed by my scowl. 

"Come on, Skylar's brother is having a party at his apartment and you are coming with." 

I shake my head no and return to watching reruns of Whose Line is it Anyway?
"It's Thursday night, I have an early class tomorrow I can't miss." 

Not that I really want to attend biology lab every Friday morning at 8 but it's one of those typical gen ed classes freshman are required to take.  I'm more of a social sciences girl but so far the class has been a repeat of high school biology. 

Not accepting my weak sounding no, Janna walks over to where I'm lying on my bed and yanks me up by both arms.  Ouch

"You need to get out and have fun. You're 19 not 60. Live a little farm girl."  Janna has no sympathy for educational goals when there's a party happening.

"I don't care" I whine as she pushes me towards the bathroom we share with our suite mates, "I'm just not in the mood." 

We maneuver into the tiny space and her blue eyes meet mine in the mirror.

"Please, just for a couple of hours Iowa?" Her use of please and tacking on her nickname for me cause a pinch in my gut and a small feeling of guilt.  She didn't need to be walking alone around be campus at 8pm and would have to if I didn't suck it up and attend the party with her.

"Fine, but only until 11 then I'm out."

My acceptance of the situation is met with a shriek of glee as Janna sashays out of the bathroom to finish getting dressed. 

With little enthusiasm, I strip off my tank top and yoga pants only to groan in dismay at the size of the little black dress in my hands.  Highly doubting its ability to cover all the essential areas, I squeeze into the garment of torture. 

Fate must hate me because it fits just well enough that I can't use the 'I don't have anything to wear' excuse.  Glancing into the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door, I appraise the look. 

The dress comes to mid thigh and is sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline.  Tight up top, it gradually loosens into a flowy skirt.  It hides my tummy pooch and accents the part of my body I like the most: my legs.

Deciding it will suffice, I call out to Janna for her opinion. Janna bursts into the bathroom declare that she's doing my hair and make up. 
An hour later  it's 8:45. Both wearing high heels, we wobble out of the dorm and into the clear night.

I'm on the last step, waiting for Janna to stop texting, when two boys come jogging up the sidewalk.  I recognize you immediately and without thinking twice I call out "hey Cole!"

You stop abruptly, almost causing the guy jogging with you to trip.  Walking forward toward the steps, you come to a stop three feet away.  I shift my weight back and forth on my feet as I feel your eyes take up and down my body, lingering on my legs.  It must be a big contrast from the image of the tie-dyed girl.