blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 5

Time. The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. To some, time is inexhaustible. Simply there for all of eternity, never once depleting. For others, time is of the essence. It's all that really counts. They find it to be cherished and needed to be utilized correctly, so as to make sure that every second is lived to the fullest.

This was not the case with Alex.

He, on the other hand, is a force to be reckoned with. He could care less about punctuality. I remember a time when he had shown up to school late everyday for an entire year. I was so surprised when the truancy officer pardoned him for his accumulated tardies for both first and second period.

Looking to the right, I see him just now walking out of the archaic building with a group of his friends. I sent him a text forty-five minutes ago, asking for him to be prompt today.

This boy.

As I wait for him to occupy the passenger seat I cannot help but to think about Harry's proposal this weekend. Well, it wasn't really a proposal as he basically crafted the 'date' himself. The way he demanded my attendance both infuriated and intrigued me. I'm more than aware of the kind of guy Harry is - regardless, of his interest in the opposite sex. You read about him in cheesy, romance novels. And you watch him on complicated romance movies. There's something eerily alluring about the bad guy in a piece of art. Over and over, the good guy gets the girl, but what happens when the bad guy wins? This knowledge is so irreversibly damaging to the mindsets of many, yet we choose to fall for the one with darker features. I can't help but think that this is some recurring fixation a true evilness from within the heart chooses to fixate on time and time again. The thought of dark consuming light terrifies me.

Even if I did end up attending this event, what would we do? Honestly, I'm not even sure of what to think of him. Does he even consider us to be friends?

Friends. I barely know the guy. I know next to nothing about him, actually! He's obviously smart or else he would not be attending one of the most prestigious universities to exist.

However, he skipped school today, so he's obviously not that smart. Be that as it may, he's unlike any other guy here at UPenn. Harry is somehow different. From the short period in which I have known him he has managed to defy every other guy on campus, despite his minimal, blatant similarities.

For instance, he has shown restraint and self-control. The morning after the party I woke up for sure thinking I had my innocence stripped or something of the sorts.

Naturally, though, as I'm just starting to realize, I'm as dramatic as it gets.

Nevertheless, I was about ready to cry. He proved me wrong. That, of course, had to do with the fact that he's straight but there was something gentlemanly about it. As a matter of fact, if I do recall correctly, I remember the opposite side of the bed being perfectly made.

Untouched.

Almost as if he had stayed in another room. This very fact is what has drawn me to the magnet that is Harry. The only reasoning I have for attending what he calls a date this upcoming day.

The opening and shutting of the passenger door brings me back to a conscious surface.

"Where have you been?" I question.

Buckling up he raises down his window and shouts a goodbye to his friends before answering.

"Sorry about that, Park. We were just giving some of our newest guys tips for the Psi Upsilon initiation."