The Reason it Happened

Chapter 7

"Oh Fuck".

I don't even pee when I go to the restroom. I instantly start brushing my teeth and washing my face. What the fuck? How could I forget? That's why I had so many damn alarms on.

I'm supposed to meet him at 2 o'clock, but it's already 1:40. There's no time for me to look like a seductress, I'll hardly even look decent. I can't do my hair or makeup. I haven't picked out an outfit. I'm a fucking mess. Maybe I should cancel. Nah, fuck that you're going Sonny.

I pick up a pair of black highrise skinny jeans, and they aren't dirty so I put them on.

"Okay, what top should I wear?" I ask myself.

Im standing by my dresser in a pink T-shirt bra, and I select a black forever 21 cami. After throwing the shirt over my head I grab the green and mustard flannel off it's hanger and stick my arms through it.

"Ugh my hair".

I stare at it through my tiny makeup vanity mirror. I decide to style it in a low bun and wear a dad cap over it. I shoved my feet into my white converse and snatched my backpack.

I looked at myself once more before heading out. I wanted to put lipstick on, but I had no time; it was already 1:45. I reached into my pants pocket to check for Chapstick. I carried some in almost every article of clothing I had. I smeared some on my lips before leaving.

"Where are you going?" Aubree shouted from the living room.

"I'm going to be late!" I yelled back. I'm sure Emma would fill her in.

The library was all the way on campus and I had barely left the dorms. For the average person this would be a 25 minute walk, but I walked at a naturally fast pace, and I was behind schedule, which increased my speed.

I didn't have time to be nervous or excited. I had to be prompt; I was a stickler for being on time. I didn't have a chance to think of things to say once I got there, or how to act. I just had to be punctual.

I could literally hear my breath when I arrived. I need to get in shape. Its 1:57pm; I'm on time.

"Goddamn", I say as I try to catch my breath. I walk up the ramp, which levels me with the library entrance.

He's sitting on a tan cement bench outside of the entryway. He's waiting for me. Now I regret not thinking of something to say or how to approach him. But just as I'm contemplating what to say he looks up and waves me over. The gesture is like the ocean's current and I am stuck in the tide.

I walk over with caution, slow and steady steps to ensure I don't trip. All the while I'm trying to even my breathing. I'm no longer tired, but anxious. He makes me nervous and eager, all at once.

He stares at me intently as I am walking over. Maybe he's irritated because I've kept him waiting. Then, he smiles and I'm forced to drop that idea. Why is he looking at me like that?

"Hey." He greets me, flashing his brilliant porcelain teeth. They are damn near glimmering in the sunlight, and I can't handle it. I shy away, mumbling a timid hello, making sure I keep my gaze under the brim of my cap. I can't look him in the eye, I might explode.

I barged through the grand entrance of the Pauli Murray Memorial Library, hoping to escape these feelings, and went to the reservation desk. We were going to need to reserve a room for our study date. No, study session.

"Good Afternoon", the student assistant acknowledged. "How can I help you?"

"May we reserve a study room for the next 3 hours?"

"Of course, but each person can only reserve a room for a maximum of an hour and thirty minutes. So, both of you will have to reserve the same room consecutively." He explained.