Catching love notes

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I hear a few grumbles then a muffled “hang on” travels through the door.

I stand there patiently waiting Well i say patiently in reality I’m tugging at my hair. Trying to smooth the mess, I call hair, out. I’m pulling at my clothes. I don’ normally care so much but I feel like we got off on the wrong foot... or elbow. I want to make a good impression. My heart beat starts to increase to the point i can hear it rushing round my ears. I can feel my breath tightening and my chest heaving. My hands start to clam up and my face turns a deep scarlet as I let the thought of being alone with Nathan settle in.

 Me and him, alone, together.

It’s been around twenty minutes since he’s let me in. he said he needed to take a shower, so I’ve been sat here, alone, awkwardly.

So, very awkwardly.

This is the first time I’ve been alone in a guy’s room before. I rest my head on my hands, listening to the gentle pitter patter of the water spraying on the tiles, behind the bathroom floor.

I start tugging at my skirt, playing with it to pass time. I then move on to nervously fiddling the hem of my blazer, rolling the material between my fingers. I don’t even know why i’m nervous. If im honest I’m not even doing anything...

I’m just in a room.

Nothing unusual about sitting in a room.

An ordinary dorm room.

 A boys, dorm, room.

 Alone.

His roommates are out doing, something. They won’t be back until later.

We are completely alone.

And he’s naked, on the other side of that door. The guy I barely know. The guy that constantly calls me a retard. The guy who I’ve only known for a few days is naked behind that, wooden, white, door.

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks as i squirm in my seat.

I shuffle through the sheets of course work, as a desperate attempt to distract myself.  It’s not really working so I just pick out a couple of sheets to fill out.

NAME:

DORM NUMBER:

CLASS:

I fill out most of what I can. Just the general starter questions. The other questions are for us to fill out about our partner. How old they are?, class?,if they get allowance/earnings? That sort of stuff. It then goes into the actual project bit. Time we spent together, spending habbits and patterns. Just really boring stuff.

I’m bored of just sitting here.

I decide to have a quick nosy round his room. It’s quite spacious considering he has two roommates. Now i think about it, It’s definitely bigger than ours.

There are three beds evenly spaced, with a nicely-cut blue rug lying snugly in the centre. I take my shoes off and feel the material between my toes.  It feels really nice.

It’s fluffy, don’t judge me. Also i don’t like wearing socks.

I take in the rest of the room.

A few nick-knacks are spread across the wooden chest of draws. The draws are narrowly placed by a bed. It has a mountain of pillows, with a soft looking duvet barely covering half of them. One particular object hanging from the curtain rail catches my eye.

It’s a blue dream catcher. It looks worn and old. I try a nudge myself through the bed and the draws to get a closer look.

 i should defiantly loose a few pounds!

Something stops me in my tracks, my butt’s jammed. I look down to see my hips wedged tightly in between a chest of draws and a bed.

Well that’s just great.

I try a wiggle my way out. Thrusting awkwardly to try and free myself.  Okay, that’s obviously not working. Panic starts to wash over me as i hear the gentle rush of water being cut off.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

I try stretching my legs out, see if i can shimmy and squat myself out. As i drag my right leg across the carpet to try and free myself, my massive ass pushes the draws, causing it to rock back and forward. On the return swing it smashes into my back. Causing myself to yelp in pain but mostly surprise and fling myself forward.

On the bright side, i’m free. I internally woo, too engulfed with my freedom to save myself from hurdling face first onto the rug.

That wasn’t the worst bit.

I pull my skirt down, coving my frilly purple and black panties, and then rub my sore nose. I let out an attractive grown in pain and pull myself up, so I’m resting on my hands and knees.  

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Oh shit.  I can’t believe this is happening! I have literally just fallen over in front of him, like a complete noob in life and on top of my usual embarrassment, i also flashed my underwear.

Great.

“i-it-Wel-I ju-” i jitter out nervously.

I’m practically crying with embarrassment. How could this happen to me! Why do these things keep happening?

I look up at his face, searching those bright blue orbs through my blurred vision.

They seem to soften as he bends down to my level. It was only then i blink back the tears and take in the boy swatting down in front of me. His blond hair is dripping wet. A small droplet runs down his slightly freckled face, down to those luscious lips. I drop my gaze to his exposed chest, then to the nicely defined muscles in his bare arms.

He lifts me up to normal hight. I let him drag me to my feet.

He gives me a cute lopsided grin and chuckles.

“you’re just like a doll.” To prove the point, he flops my arms about as if i really was just a raggy doll.

I tear out of his grasp, i’m not a toy.

Although i miss the sudden contact, my wrists tingle in complaint.

I liked being touched by him. I like the way he makes me feel a range of emotions. I like the butterflies he gives me in the pit of my stomach.

I’ve only known him for a short period of time but i think i like him.

Really like him.  

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I’m so sorry it’s late.  I’ve had a lot of work to do, revising for tests and shizzle. I love you and i’m sorry it’s short .

Thank you for reading. It really means a lot that you do. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx