I Lost My Breath in Turkey

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

I went through class not paying a bit of attention. It was rather difficult trying to focus on the slides about each layer of skin and the crap between each that supply blood to everything. The teacher went deep in discussion on how it’s rather surprising that our skin is the largest organ on/in our body and how it’s more than likely going to be a trick question on the midterm. After that bit of information my mind basically floated into a daydream about the guy I met last night. I thought up about meeting him in various ways… tripping over a broomstick landing on top of him and indulging in a deep, passionate open-mouthed kiss and other dramatic etc…  

When I got back to my dorm room after class, I realize that I had a report due tomorrow on Muslim Religion and Culture, for my World Religion class. When I read the objectives, I laughed to myself…if only I could ask that guy questions on it. He appeared to be Muslim, you know? I mean I don’t know. You can’t really tell someone’s religion how they look…I just mean he looks as if he’s from the East side of the world and may have been born somewhere you know where the Muslim community is big. Oh...I’m thinking way too much into this.  I gazed hard at the paper in front of me…as if it would write itself. Then I heard his voice…I quickly glanced at the door and back to my paper as if it read my mind; that was until I heard what he was saying.

“I think you’re very beautiful.” His voice trailed through the walls. Oh he sounds really interested in this girl. Damn it.

“Really,” a girl on my floor exclaimed. Lovely and now I know who it is…

“Most definitely,” his voice was coming closer.

I got the courage and looked through my open door…he was standing there. I looked at him with a little shock I think. He was with the girl who sleeps with most of the campus, including the women. Maybe that generalization is a little harsh because she was inviting him into her dorm and he wasn’t in mine. I gazed down at the floor like it didn’t bother me but I could still feel his eyes on me. That was till she interrupted and asked if was going to come in. I cringed when he replied of course. His answer stung my heart a little bit. God, I hate crushes. It’s going to be like this for the next two weeks. I think right? Is that when crushes end? I smiled at the realization that Tene might have been right about him attending this university. He could be a friend of the girl across the hall.

When I looked back up, Tene was looking at me from the doorway.

“Hello? Did you even hear me say anything?” Tene said with her arms crossed.

“No?” I questioned, getting up from my desk and sitting on my bed. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should tell her that I didn’t.

“I know you didn’t, so stop playing games girl…you were so distracted because dinner boy walked into Molly’s room. Am I right?” She dropped her backpack in front of our fridge and jumped on her bed.

“So…” I replied shaking my head as if she’s trying to prove a point. I think I used more head motion than really necessary. Oh well.

“You’re hopeless.” She said pulling out her buzzing phone from her back pocket.

Tene always had people buzzing her. She has so many friends or more like acquaintances because she doesn’t like to get close to anyone. I’m the only person she’s actually herself with. It makes me feel really good because she’s the only person I’m comfortable around; otherwise we wouldn’t have been roomies since freshman year. But I digress.