Short Storiez

The Nosey College Bitch

*DRUG USE N SHIT BRO*

When I first met him, I gasped. He was gorgeous. Windswept, dyed blue hair, the sturdy body of an athlete and gently tanned skin. His chin was almost as though a master artist had chiseled it. The only thing I didn't get to take in as I creepily stared across the room was his eyes.

He wore a pair of dark sunglasses everywhere he went, even indoors! I knew, of course, because I watched him everyday from my seat at the edge of my college lecture room. I spent every moment away from him imagining what I would say if we finally spoke to each other and trying to picture what his eyes looked like. Maybe they were blue like his hair, maybe they were grey like a stormy sea, maybe they were brown like... something brown.

Just what would he look like if he took his glasses off? What if he never takes them off? What if he's blind? That wouldn't make any sense though, he takes photography classes. I learned that from a mutual friend of ours. Why would he take photography classes if he was blind? That doesn't matter right now, what matters is what his eyes are like! I had to know!

And I would know. I decided to talk to him after all this time of following him around and watching from afar, I was finally going to talk to him and ask to see his eyes! After class! I grinned wide with determination and quickly returned to taking notes.
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Class had gone by quickly, almost as quick as you were thrown into reading this. I was excited! I was going to talk to him finally! I marched straight towards him as he was leaving the lecture hall, gathered my courage, stood up tall and tapped his arm.
"Excuse me?"
I could feel my courage slip away almost immediately when he stopped dead in his tracks and peeked over his shoulder at me. I scurried to introduce myself and quietly asked if he could take off his sunglasses.

"Nah,"

That's it. That's all he said before he walked away. He said it so nonchalantly. No aggression, no upset, so obviously I hadn't offended him with my weird request. He was still within sight and I went after him, begging to know why. Why wouldn't he let me see them? Why would he always be so calm when refusing? Why was he not even phased that i wanted so bad to see his darn eyes?

This carried on for days. I would approach and ask for him to remove his glasses, he would say 'nah' every time. I was getting frustrated but remained calm every time I asked. He was, however, slowly starting to cave in. Some days he would hesitate before giving his usual 'nah', some days he would pretend not to hear me. It made me look forward to next time more and more because I knew that any day now would be the day that he completely caved and let me see his eyes.

And that day, was today. Yes! I finally convinced him to show me his eyes! The eyes I had been dreaming of for months! The eyes I had been thinking about every single one of my waking hours! My head was spinning with ideas of what they would look like! Blue! Brown! Hazel! Green! Grey! So many possibilities! So much satisfaction! I hurried to the place he told me to meet him, the fountain at the back of campus, and waited, bouncing on my toes with a big grin of my face the whole time.

And soon enough, he arrived. A grin also on his beautiful face. He stopped me before I could ask for the glasses to come off and he made an offer to me.
"You wanna get super stoned and play Mario Kart?"
I was honestly taken aback by this, but I agreed nonetheless after taking a few minutes to consider it. I had never done drugs of any kind before and I had not planned to but I figured it wouldn't hurt to try.

We played stoned Mario Kart all night and I finally say him with his glasses off. They were a beautiful grey, freckled with darker shades of grey. It was the best night of my life.