Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter XV

July 31, 2016

I had not written for the past month, it felt wrong to do so. My brain had associated writing with my favorite... subject, so whenever I tried to write about someone else—in a very weird way—I felt like I was cheating. Stupid, I know.

I did say I would get over the professor, and the best way to get over someone, is getting under someone else.

Amy, Nay and I decided that we would party as hard as we could for a month. Which meant we were out almost every night—not the best lifestyle for someone who used to have constant migraines, but at least I was not drinking, and I was getting enough sleep, in the morning, that is—, but the crazy lifestyle did not last for long.

Since I could not drink, I was always the designated driver—not that we would come back home together very often. Most nights Amy ended up with someone new—those blue eyes did wonders.

Nay on the other hand, did not seem to take interest in anyone, even though plenty of girls tried to hit on her. Which also meant she sort of got in the way. No one would get near me because she was always around.

It did not take me long to figure out why though.

All it took was her uncontrolled consumption of alcohol to get her to spit out the truth, about how she felt that since the whole Cecilia thing was over and done with, we should just get back together—I would not say we were ever truly together, though.

It also made me feel like shit to notice that all that time she was harboring feelings when I no longer saw her as more than a friend. She was as far in the friendzone as possible, and there was no turning back from that.

It took a few uncomfortable sober talks before she seemed to finally accept it. Once she did though, that was when we indeed started having fun.

I met a few girls I felt very much attracted to, but they could not keep my interest for more than a night—I knew the blame was all mine.

I needed a conscious effort just to keep myself from thinking of Cecilia.

And then, one night, it was different. Someone got my attention for more than their looks. Amy was right, I did have a type.

She had light skin, and very dark hair—for a split second her figure made me think of the professor, but the eyes were different.

Her eyes caught my attention the most, they were a mesmerizing shade of green.

I could not stop looking at her as she danced with some other girl. I had had a feeling she was teasing me—I turned out to be right.

She would grind her back on the girl's front as her eyes kept fixated on mine—she knows how to be sexy, I will give her that.

She was getting me hot and bothered just by dancing, and she was not even dancing with me—even though she was indeed dancing for me. After a while of just watching her, I motioned with my head for her to come to where I was.

I watched her as she walked up to me. I was sitting on a high stool near the bar when she approached me stopping right in between my legs, as her eyes kept moving from my own eyes, down to my lips—she was bold, and I liked that about her.

"Hi," she used the loud music as an excuse to get closer and whisper on my ear, resting both her hands on my waist in order to do so.

"Hi." I was waiting to see where that situation would lead me to—I do not think I had in mind just how much those green eyes would become a part of my life.

And just like that, Katherine and I became inseparable. That was the last night I went partying with my friends.

I switched back to sleeping regular hours as I spent most of my days with Kat—I am glad I can finally write about someone else and not feel like I am doing something wrong.