Almost have two days have past and it is now Thursday night. I decided to try something different so I went to the SERF (South East Recreation Facility) and attend this weight-lifting class. By the time I arrive, there are about ten to fifteen guys already there. The instructor comes in shortly after I do and tells us to find a spotter. I approach this strong but friendly looking guy and introduce myself and ask if he would like to be spotter buddies. By the look on his face I could tell that that wasn't the correct thing to say so I corrected myself.
"Sorry, I mean, spotter bro's," I lowered my voice at that last bit to try and be funny and it worked. The guy laughed.
"Sure, my name's Mike by the way." Mike... Mike... why does it sound familiar?
Oh yes, "Mike! Are you friends with Stacey Grinwald?"
"Yeah! She talks about you all the time."
"Really? Cool." I said. He is definitely not what I expected. He is tall, muscular, and very tan. He is clean shaven and has light brown hair. I would say he could almost be Stacey's brother.
We went over to a station and both took our turns. When I would go first and finish before him, I would always look up and catch this guy staring at me. I had never seen him before and it was starting to creep me out.
When the session concluded, I left right away because I was sick of be oogled at. I sent Stacey a text telling her that I met Mike and that I couldn't wait until this weekend. She said the same and I feel asleep feeling happy once again.
Friday passed quickly and all I could do was anticipate the next day. It had to be perfect. I stopped at a store on the way home and bought a bunch of food and drinks just to make sure that if she wanted something, we would have it. When I got home, I spent a lot of time in my room, rummaging through my thoughts. I took out my computer and saw the piece of paper I scribbled some of the quotes on (after the night of the party) sitting atop the keyboard. I listened to that "Secrets" song a few times before drifting to sleep. I woke up this Saturday morning to what sounded like someone closing my door, but I never heard it open. I remembered falling asleep with my laptop on my chest with my light on as well and when I woke up, it was on my bedside table, all folded up nicely and the light was off. Either I close and move laptops in my sleep or someone came in here and did it for me. I don't recall seeing Zayn last night and he would never come in and check on my like that.
I grab my laptop and open it, revealing that the piece of paper with the quotes on it was gone. I looked under my blankets and on my floor but it was no where to be seen. I checked the time on my computer. "Shit," I mumbled because it was already 9:30 am and I needed to shower and get everything ready for my special guest arriving in an hour.
My focus has completely shifted to getting ready for this big day. I take off my shirt and pants, grab new underwear, a grey Badger shirt, and some skinny jeans. I am assuming Zayn is still asleep, so when I when i exit my room and see Zayn in the kitchen joined with Harry I feel all the blood in body rush to my cheeks. I make eye contact with Harry but once we met glances, he turns away immediately. Zayn says good morning and asks if its alright that Harry watches the game with us too. I say sure, just wanting to get out of this extremely embarrassing moment. I rush off to the bathroom and lock the door.
I strip out of the remainder of my clothing and step into the scalding hot shower. It is either horrendously warm or awfully cold. I switch it too cold because if I don't, I will never cool down, so I will stay hot and sticky the rest of the day.
The cold feels refreshing and I try to distract myself from the ice coming out of the faucet. Harry is here like all the time now. He never came here before and he hates me, so why would he want to even be near me? He must really like Zayn. Also, why did he move out of the frat house? Living in one of those puts you on the top of the food chain, why would you want to move to the bottom?
