3. James
I'm still wondering who was so smart to call me at 7 am on Saturday. Unfortunately, the number was unlisted so I can't even curse the idiot who had courage to interrupt my damn dream. Probably just some guy with an amazing phone offer or whatever else they sell, trying to earn his bread. People will do everything to make money nowadays, even break your sleep which for me is the only place where I get to have sex. Ugh, I want to kill this motherfucker.
It all felt so damn real like... too real. Every kiss, her soft skin touching my one, her eyes begging me to... Damn. I should really wake up. If it only didn't mean that I also have to get up, dress, wash, change... bedding? No, there's no fucking way that I... came. And also so much? Are you kidding me? I didn't even get to the moment when... No, I'm truly done. I barely know this girl and she already drives me crazy. I mean, honestly. We didn't even have one normal conversation except from her first day here when she asked me where's the school bar situated. And well, I screwed it up the same because only the fact she asked ME, got me shocked. I was just standing and adoring her like an idiot, like she would be an angel that fell from the heaven (well, she kind of is), but eventually, after a minute which felt to be an hour, I managed to tell her. A minute... Seconds of intensive looking at her flawless face, shining brighter than the sun. Another while of looking at her soft lips, moving so beautifully as she was talking. And finally... Another moment of staring at her eyes, glittering in the glow of green and brown, creating a breathtaking... Hazel. Damn, I'm really freaking out. Does she have this effect on everyone or only I am so fucked up?
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The school should be empty today. Well, obviously, it's Saturday. Almost everyone went home for the weekend to spend some time with their families. I wish I could visit mine one too, but my hometown is ways too far to let me go there every week. Actually it's maybe better this way, I'm really tired of my mom asking me if I've finally got a girlfriend. I bet my whole family thinks that I'm gay but it's always better than admitting in front of them that the only sex I have is usually from whores. (Now also in my dreams, wow, is it a level up?).
I've never been the guy who puts himself into relationships, everything is ways easier without feelings, responsibilities, love and all this shit. And surprisingly, girls love it too. Well, I guess we are just out of the era when weddings used to be still trendy and every women's dream was to get married, men's role to sire a son and plant a tree. Casual sex is the invention of my life.
I'm thinking about going to do some bigger shopping but the supermarket is pretty far away from the college and I'm not in the best mood after this interrupted night, so I eventually choose to buy some food in the local shop.
Sometimes I hate the fact that this college is so prestigious, because so is the whole area here. You don't know what means to get broke until you spend 34$ on milk, one yoghurt, corn flakes, some stinking cheese and bread. But that's the price for my laziness. Welcome in Los Angeles.
But this area has also many good sides, though. Of course, that's pretty obvious since we are in one of the richest parts of LA. The weather today sucks, but only when sun appears there is no better place to relax than located near our college beach. And when it comes to relaxing, I truly need to take some rest now, but all these clouds make it looks like even the air is grey and I don't really need to get more depressed than I already am.
The road from this little, expensive as fuck shop to the college is really short, but even these 5 minutes of walking in the fog made me more... I guess... Miserable. Isn't it funny how hard it is to name your own feelings sometimes? Maybe also that's why I don't like them, but you already know it.
The corridor is exactly as empty as I imagined but... It's not as quiet as it should be. That's pretty weird, I've never seen a single soul here on any Saturday. Maybe just some new kids from the first grade are celebrating their freedom. I still remember the happiness that comes with going to the college. No more parents telling you what to do, only parties, alcohol, weed, girls. I'm not surprised that university time is defined as the best time of people's lives.
The voices are getting much noisier as I'm going closer to my room. Oh lord, please don't tell me these little chickens are my new neighbours.
