A year on

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1 year later

'Go on then, what's the formula of Hydrogen Peroxide?' Nick asked, challenging me.

'H2O2.' I answered automatically. 'Slightly more vicious than water and used for things like bleach and disinfectant.'

Nick and me were sat under a tree on campus and I was leaning against his legs, reading a book. Nick kept asking me scientific questions and I was asking them in return. This was our way of keeping our minds on track for classes.

We were at university now and it was Saturday, so we didn't have any classes. So we just chilled out at our usual tree because the weather was gorgeous.

He didn't answer, so I looked up. He was looking down at me with a gleam in his eyes.

'What?' I sat up slightly.

'You are so... Intelligent. It still impresses me.' He grinned.

I laughed. 'You should be used to it, having known me for about a year now.'

'True.' He chuckled.

'I'm bored.' I said, putting my book down on the grass.

'What, do you want me to entertain you?' He asked sarcastically.

I punched him in the arm playfully. 'Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.' I hinted.

He frowned in confusion.

'We could go to my room...' I skimmed my finger along the collar of his shirt. 'And have some fun.' I winked.

He took my meaning and stood up, pulling me up with him. 'Wait, what about Ramona?' He asked, referring to my roomate.

'Oh, she's taking extra classes on Saturdays.' I told him. 'She won't be there.'

'Oh, okay.' He grinned enthusiastically. 'Let's have some fun.'

I picked my book up, stowing it in my bag and intertwined my fingers with Nick's as we walked to my room I was staying in on campus.

We got to my room and I dumped my bag next to a chair, then took my jacket off. I climbed onto​ the bed and looked up at Nick seductively. 'Come here you.'

'So demanding.' He shook his head. 'Jeez, what are you doing to me?'

I grinned and he got onto the bed, on top of me and started kissing me passionately.
I reciprocated and tugged at his hair slightly, wanting, needing to be closer to him.
He pressed his body on mine, making me moan against his mouth.

Suddenly my phone rang, filling the room with its ringtone.
I ignored it and continued kissing Nick. It eventually stopped.

As Nick started kissing my neck, my phone rang again.
I growled in annoyance. Seriously? Who the fuck dared interrupted my fun?

This time, Nick pulled away from me and shifted so he was next to me. 'It's fine, answer it.'

'But Niiiick...' I whined.

He laughed. 'Answer it.'

I sighed and looked at the caller ID. It was dad.

A few weeks after that visit from dad, a year ago, I'd reluctantly decided to call him.
The first conversation was a bit awkward since I was still angry with him. But after a few more calls and visits from him, I could see that he genuinely wanted to get to know me more. So I gave him the chance and forgave him.

He visited every weekend after that and we grew close as dad and daughter which I was glad about.
Anyway, back to the present.

I pressed answer on my phone. 'Hey dad.'

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