She Was Like Magic ✓

Chapter 2: Eggplants and Cowgirls

Sierra

Blue. 

When I was younger, my family used to take me to a beach that was secluded. Not many people knew about it and so it was always quiet and deserted. I spent my summers there running about in the sand. But most of all, I spent my summers with my feet submerged under the crystal clear blue of the ocean. I used to wiggle my toes with my feet under the water and laugh at how I could see every thing because the water was that clear. That was one of my favourite childhood memories. 

His eyes reminded me of exactly that. A memory I had hidden and in turn forgotten about. But last night, his eyes could remind me of nothing else as they shone brightly so clearly with such a vivid blue which was so different to his stark black hair. But I didn't drown my feet in his blue oceanic eyes. All of me drowned last night. 

Ari intrigued me. I had my fair share of exciting rendezvous with guys, and something about him pulled me to him. But just as I expected us to have sex we didn't. And it confused the shit out of me. 

I was sure I had given the signal out when I pulled him into the pool with me by stripping him of his clothes but all we did was kiss last night. I don't remember a guy taking his time like that in so long. I didn't let them go slow either, but last night was tumbling around my head like a bowling ball tumbling around but completely missing the pins. 

We kissed and my God, I haven't been kissed like that in a while like I couldn't get enough of him but at the same time it was more than enough. I was left reeling and confused. 

And when he left, I didn't really want him to. Maybe it was the beers I had talking, but usually when I woke up in a guy's bed I would rush out of there or walk out with my head held high. But I was never left wanting the guy again. And the thing that really messed with my head was that I didn't want to be in his pants, I just wanted him to kiss me again. 

Maybe I really did need to get laid I laughed, as I pushed my duvet off of my body and yawned. I blinked several times before realising I had to get to class. I stood up and let my long t-shirt that rested just above my knees slip down and went to the communal bathroom of the student accommodation I lived in just outside my door. I brushed my teeth and came back into my room to check the time on my phone. It was 11.30am and class started at 12. Luckily the building was right around the corner. 

I dressed quickly in a grey jumper with loose arms but tight around my wrists that rested just above my hips. I slipped into my black jeans by hopping about on my feet several times and then pushed my feet into socks and my black converses and applied some mascara. I quickly brushed my hair that came to rest just below my breasts and ran to the kitchen. 

My roommate Zack was spreading Nutella on a slice of toast sitting at the kitchen island and a bar stool and as I ran to him I swiped it from his hands and darted down the hall to the front door "SIERRA!" he shouted after me. 

I glanced back to him shooting me daggers and I laughed "Sorry, Zack! I have class!" 

"Damn it Sierra! If I wasn't gay I wouldn't know if I should be turned on or pissed off at you!" he shouted after me. 

I laughed as I ran out the front door. Trust Zack to give me the most honest answers every time. 

I walked to class and headed through the door of the building. I stopped in the middle of the corridor and finished the toast. I opened the camera on my phone and pulled weird faces to make sure I had no chocolate on my teeth or face and wiped all the crumbs on my jumper away. 

I walked through the door of the class and smiled as I sat down on the table closest to the door at the front left corner of the room. 

The professor was standing there to my slight right in front of me and was wiping the whiteboard and then when he finished he turned around. His eyes scanned the room as he smiled. His rectangular glasses were resting on the end of his nose and his rough straw like white hair that was sparse atop his head, was plentiful at the sides of his head and flowed down to his shoulders. He resembled Albert Einstein to me.