Punching Blake

Tingling Hoohaa

Walking over to the library in the middle of campus, I was baking my tits off and sweating bullets. I should have stayed in my room. I'm not kidding. Why is it so hot today? It's Britain for christ sakes. Yesterday it was throwing it down, now that's how the weather is supposed to be here. I lived extremely close to campus, I could see most of the buildings from my window. Even though it was in the centre of the city it didn't feel like it was. Sure it was noisy and the occasional sirens could be heard but then again the hospital was only a 20 minuet walk away, it held a nice closed off feeling made it feel a little safer. I mean this is how I sort of imagine american campuses being like, yano the ones in movies and stories on wattpad. I have to be honest it was one of the thing that sold coming here to me. Fuck me I'm sad.

All building centred around a pathway cross roads in the middle decorated with lamps, trees, flowers, artsy benches with slogans and a good couple of large grassed areas  The university was huge, heavily inspired by artsy architecture and the feels of an American university.

Shaking my head and grumbling to myself I walked up the steps to the library, pulling my student card out of my back pocket so that I could scan myself through the barriers and get in. The temperature inside the building was no better. I swear when we need the heating it's never on but now that it's boiling outside they have it on full blast. Makes no sense to me that.

I made my way over to a small corner table nearest a window so that I could open it and at least get some form of air and catch the small breeze that occasionally came through. I usually preferred to sit at a long desk on the second floor with a good view of the open plan large room of computers. Never know when you'll spot a hot guy just screaming to have a little weirdo like me to have a good stare, but it had ceiling heater directly above that today chose to blow out hot air. My perverted mind is going to be so derived of the opposite sex.

I guess it wasn't so bad though. I had a semi decent view of the part of the grassed area outside which had a lot of students already pissing around, sunbathing, playing football ect. Most of the tables on the first floor were cornered off individually with half a pain of frosted glass for revising and privacy so not much to see there really.

I spent most of my time gazing out of the window listening to music on my iPod  than actually getting a decent amount of work done like I had planned. I turned towards my laptop and notebook to try and make a semi decent dent in the work load but got distracted when I saw my phone had a text message. Flicking my screen up I read the text off Faith.

I thought I'd tell you before you got back late and had a nasty surprise, but Barry said he's throwing a party tonight said he forgot to say last week the wanker. Down stairs flat is already coming again.  Probably still have to call in some people since we both know that once again it'll be him and his four goons x

I stared at my phone before face palming against my desk causing a loud bang and gaining the attention of most of the students, security and librarians in the room, receiving glares and the occasional hush whisper. Huffing a decided to get a draft paragraph done on my essay before I left so that I would at least have something to show for today.

Walking back up through campus towards my halls of residence I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to the hot boy from yesterday. I mean shit he was so attractive and that confidence damn. Honestly as much as it probably wont be great I'm still looking forwards to the wind down. I think I need a coupe of drinks after the fuck ups the past few days.

When I got to the front gate I put my bag on the floor and bent over to look around in it for my keys to get in. I felt someone come up close and I mean close behind me and slide their hands onto my hips before gripping firmly and quietly laughing. I froze for a couple of seconds feeling like I had heard that laugh before. Realising the position we were in  I quickly stood up and turned around feeling pissed off. I slammed my hand into their chest shoving them away from me watching as he stumbled back a couple of steps and held his hands up whilst I glared at him. Holy shit it's him. The guy from yesterday. Well hit me with a stick.

I watched as he continued to grin at me with his hands still up in surrender a motion. " The fuck are you doing? AGAIN !" I couldn't help but shout.

He shrugged before winking at me, " I thought we were friends now."

Is he mental? I looked around the street for any cameras or obvious signs this is being filmed for a prank or some shit. It's not like its uncommon these days.

He looked around with me before asking, "what are you looking for?"

"Cameras duhh." I huffed irritated.

"What why?"

"This is clearly a joke right? Wait if it isn't then your a stalker aren't you? Oh my god you were just about to rape me. Murder me in cold blood. You use your good looks to lure innocent girls in. Oh fuck. HELP. Help!"

I continued to scream for help while he stood there looking confused and slightly panicked before stepping close up to me and putting his hands over my mouth to shush me, whilst he began assuring an old couple across the street that I didn't actually need help. When they had started waking away but still occasionally looking back suspiciously at him. Jesus christ thanks a lot for the lack of help. Oh shit I'm about to die. I started viciously licking hand so that I could scream some more.

He quickly pulled his hand away and rubbed it onto his jean covered leg looking completely disgusted at me. "What the fuck is wrong with you? There's no cameras, I'm not going to rape you and I'm not a fucking murderer!"

I closed my mouth and stared at him for a couple of seconds in suspicion before replying, "Then what. You're just the average creep?"

He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation before leaning back against the wall. "No. I saw you. Noticed you fixed your shitty hair and took the opportunity since you were bent over to break the ice. You are a fruit cake. Your mental. Has no one told you to stay away from the drugs. That shit fuck you up. I would know."

The cheek! I had never touched drugs in my life! I stuck my middle finger up at him and glared. When all I got in return was an eyebrow raise I leant down to pick up my keys making sure to keep my eye on him so that there wasn't a repeat from before and moved towards the fob box next to the gate. When the light turned green. I noticed him inch closer so I squeezed myself in through the smallest gap I could and quickly pulled the gate closed. When he gripped the gate and pulled I grinned at him sticking my tongue out.

Turning around and walking towards my building through the complex I couldn't help but look back at him leaning against the gate on his phone and think, damn he looked fine as fuck. The white button up shirt turn up at the sleeves fitted against his body perfectly and slightly transparent enough to the see the tattoos covering his skin.  His dark jeans moulded perfectly to his ass, and dayumm that ass. It made me want to sink my teeth into it. His was as the last time messily but tidy style in the rolled out of bed look. Hot damn. Shit I think my hoohaa is tingling.