The Only Constant Is Change

Tweet Me

"Tweet me that photo?! What a dork!" You sigh quietly in frustration as your friend Lauren attempts to stifle her laughter in the seat beside you.

"Seriously, tweet me? Who says that?" she continues between fits of repressed laughter. You shoot her a sideways glare and hiss quietly, "Nathan Adrian, apparently. Now stop laughing, we're in the middle of a lecture."

"Allie, this is like introduction to film studies… it doesn't get more bird course-y than this, relax." Lauren whispers back, "It's not like this is one of your crazy neurosci courses."

"Yes, but I need to keep my GPA up so-"

"Allegra, stop. Not important right now. What's important is what you're going to do about this Nathan Adrian thing." she cuts you off, leaning closer to be heard over the monotonous drone of the professor.

Sighing, you close the notes you've been taking on your macbook and abandon all attempts to pay the slightest attention to the lecture. Lauren was giving you that smirk-y gossipy face and you knew only too well that she was going into full-on girl talk mode.

"There isn't a Nathan Adrian 'thing' Lauren, he just asked me to tweet him that photo."

"And did you?"

"Oh… well, no, not yet…"

"Annnd why not?" she asks, eyebrow quirked in question, a smirk forming as she notices you blush.

"I didn't get around to it yet…. I've been busy… with stuff… studying…" you mumble lamely as Lauren's smirk turns into another round of laughter.

"Oh come on Allie, more like you've been sitting there writing and rewriting the perfect tweet to make Nathan Adrian fall madly and deeply in love with you over twitter!" your blonde-haired friend snickers, amused.

If only she knew, you muse silently. You had indeed, spent most of the night thinking about what to say to Nathan. After managing to somehow drag your shocked and disbelieving ass home, you had forgotten all about your delicious dinner and instead had plopped yourself on the bed, staring at the photo of the two of you. You had come up with maybe a hundred different tweets over the course of the night, each one discarded as being too silly, too cute, too fangirly, and sometimes just straight up too creepy. It wasn't like you to get so caught up with communicating with a guy, but this wasn't just any old, kinda hot, maybe cute guy… it was Nathan freaking Adrian.

Lauren's theatrical sigh pulls you back to the lecture hall and the rambling voice of your professor. Before you can even begin to vocalize your thoughts on how you had shamefully spent the night brainstorming tweets and scheming up wedding plans, Lauren's hand reaches across your arm and snatches your phone from your lap.

"You're never going to do it, so I guess I will. No thanks needed" she smirks at you, tapping away on your iphone. She pauses, making a weird face then biting her lip before exclaiming "Ooohhmygawd, his profile pic is delicious!"

Laughing quietly, you agree, "Oh I've noticed, I've noticed. Perfect body, or perfect body?"

"Perf. The things I'd do to get a night alone with him… actually, I have a funny story about that." she begins, before smiling widely and turning your phone towards you, "But first, look. Done! Photo tweeted." You grab her arm, pulling her hand down so she isn't madly waving the glowing screen of your phone around in the darkened lecture hall. Leaning closer, you read the caption underneath the photo of you and Nathan…

"LAUREN ROTHSCHILD YOU DID NOT JUST TWEET THAT." you gasp loudly, attracting the angry glares of the people around you. "Shh. Lecture, remember?" she whispers sarcastically, handing your phone back. You stare silently at the glowing screen, brain whirring madly, trying to comprehend what 'you' had just tweeted to Nathan Adrian…

'Getting hot and sweaty with @NathangAdrian ;)'

"Did you really have to do that?… That… it… why… why did you have to make it sound so sexual!?" you hiss angrily at the amused Lauren. "He's going to think I secretly want his babies or something…"

She shrugs, "As if you don't. Come on Allegra, calm down. You'll thank me later."

"Yes, later when he blocks me on twitter and avoids me for the rest of the year, I'll be sure to send you a thank you card," you retort sarcastically, putting your phone into sleep mode and tossing it into your bag.

"Anyways, like I was saying earlier, I actually have a weird hook up story about him."

Embarrassment and mortified feelings temporarily forgotten as your curiosity is piqued, you turn towards Lauren, looking at her curiously, "Wait, did you hookup with him?"

"Oh no! Not me. I wish though. One of the girls in Lambda Nu Delta… can't believe I wanted to rush them in first year. Ugh, they're the sluttiest sorority on campus… did you hear about what Jayden Cross did? She's-"

You cut off her rambling with a pointed stare, and she stops midsentence, rolling her eyes before continuing, "Okay, I get it. Another story for another time! Annnnyways, from what I've heard Nathan isn't huge on partying and stuff, probably too busy training for the olympics to seduce drunken hoes, not that he'd really need to seduce a girl… girls pretty much throw themselves at him… but anyways from what I've heard from the Lambda girls, he's a bit of a hit it and quit it guy."

"Hit it… and quit it?" you echo her, frowning. She nods, seemingly lost in her thoughts, "Yeah, that's what I heard from them. It was supposedly only a couple of girls, they said he was really sweet and stuff at first, kinda like chasing after them, then after they hooked up, he stopped texting, stopped calling, just really stopped talking to them period."

Uh. Douche bag? Lauren notices the displeased look on your face and gives a half-hearted shrug, "It's just rumours I've heard though, and hey, look who we're talking about. I'd still go for it."

The loud shuffling of people stuffing papers away and getting to their feet signals the end of the lecture, and before you can reply to Lauren, she's packed her stuff and is dashing away with a shout of "Important lab next, can't be late! We'll talk later Allie!"

You watch Lauren hurry away, her blonde hair whipping after her, frowning as you pack your macbook into your bag. Your high from the previous day had come crashing to a halt as Lauren had ruined your (far-fetched) images of a fairytale romance with Nathan… a picture-esque wedding… and a cute little house with a white-picket fence… You were probably just going to end up another one of his one night stands…

Joining the crowd of students ebbing their way towards the exit, you pull your phone from your bag, pressing a little too hard on the wake button as you muttered "douchebag." You stop, eyes going wide as the screen of your iphone lights up.

'Twitter: @NathangAdrian replied to your tweet'