It All Started With A One Night Stand

Bus Ride Home:

I walk quickly down the stairs and out of the building while periodically looking behind me to make sure that Nathan wasn't following me. I hate when people play games and the worst part is I don't know what kind of game he was playing. I mean pretending to care about me and pretending that he wanted to know me right after we had sex. He was never like this before.

I get out of the building to remember that I know this building, I've been here before. This building is on the opposite side of campus from where me and my friends live so I would either have to do an hour long walk or take the bus and considering I'm in heels and people were already looking at me I decided to just take the bus.

I walk to the bus stop and think through all of my moments with Nathan that lead me here. I thought about how we first met and what lead me to being here in the first place. I see the bus come which snapped me out of my thinking. I dug into my purse, picked out my bus card and swiped it. I look around the bus and see that I was one of the only people on it which didn't surprise me as it was only 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning. I took a seat on the bus and stared out into the world.

I remember the first time I met Nathan like it was yesterday. A couple of months ago I was wearing pink sweatpants, running shoes, a black stitch top and had my pink and blue stitch backpack with me. It might be weird for some people that I remembered everything from that day but if you did what I did you'll remember it too.

So I was walking back from class and stopped by the UCC which is the universities main hub. It had tons of food courts, stores and it was placed in the middle of campus so everyone would always go there. I stopped by to get bubble tea to congratulate myself on going to my first day of classes and stopped by the main lounge to see what was happening. I saw many booths including one for the schools newspaper. I have always secretly wanted to be part of the newspaper but I wasn't sure if I was the kind of person who would be welcomed there.

I subtly walked to the booth and looked at the agendas they were passing out. I started checking it out while subtly looking at the person at the booth who was passing out agendas.

"Hey can I help you?" The woman asked me while smiling a really warm smile.

"Oh I was just looking." I answered trying to not bring too much attention to myself.

"Oh if you need anything than please just ask me!" She told me and then turned to keeping passing out agendas.

"Actually ummm I was thinking ummm are you guys looking for any new writers?" I asked shaking. I can't believe I just asked this but I felt like I had to. She turned and smiled back at me.

"Yup we are always looking for new writers and it's great that you want to join us!" She said while smiling at me making me feel a lot better and a lot less awkward. "The Newspaper is upstairs room #231 but don't worry if you forget there are signs everywhere." She pointed up.

"Okay great thanks!" I said feeling really good about myself.

"In fact I can walk you there!" She said smiling at me. Do all media people have or be that happy and helpful? Damn.

"No I can go by myself and you seem busy as well! Don't wanna take you away from it! Enjoy your day and thanks!" I said as I smiled at her, put my agenda in my back and walked to the room.

I kept reminding myself about the room number but some how managed to get lost. After spending half an hour looking I finally found the room. I went in and was welcomed by the sounds of a group of university students walking around, drinking coffee and chatting. I was welcomed in by the girl who sat in the front desk who ended up introducing me to everybody.

"So does any topic seem interesting to you?" She asked me while we looked around the room at everybody.

"I guess sports I really like a lot of teams and watching games." I said while scratching my back. I mean I am a big fan of sports but don't really know if I will fit in with that group.

"Sports awesome!" She said while walking me and telling the sports editors about how I was interested for writing for them. I saw a couple of male editors and also a female one making me feel a lot more comfortable. We talked and they introduced me to everything. By the end I went from being scared to feeling like I would fit right in.

I walked out of the room, carrying my bubble tea and feeling really great about myself. Something you need to know about me is that when I am happy I tend to twirl around, which unfortunately I ended up doing. It was unfortunate because I ended up dropping my bubble tea from the balcony and it ended up falling onto someone.

I quickly looked down to see a group of popular students, people who I quickly identified as part of the jocks and the cheerleaders of the school. I saw them surrounding someone and as I looked closer to who that person was I realized it was Nathan Reid, the most popular guy in school who was also the starting quarterback for the schools football team. I saw everybody quickly looking up to see who dropped the drink which made me turn around quickly and walk straight into the first room I saw.

The good thing was I walked into a nearly empty washroom, the bad thing was that from the urinals I could tell it was the boys washroom. But I did not want to go back out and get caught so I walked into a stall and closed the lid. I sat on the lid, put my shoes on the lid and put my backpack on thighs. I tried to catch my breathe and stopped myself from having a panic attack.

I am such an idiot. I felt tears coming to my eyes and I started sobbing realizing that if they knew who I was my life was over.

"Are you okay?" I heard a guy asked me.

"Yea I'm fine!" I yelled back as I started taking toilet paper from the rack and started wiping my eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked me again.

"Yes!" I said as I stood up, straightened my clothing and picked up on my backpack that fell on the floor. I walked out to see Nathan Reid wiping my bubble tea drink from off his hair and off of his clothes. I started to wash my hands and look around the room to see that no one else was there.

So I really was alone with the guy that I spilled my drink on, great he was going to kill me. But I remembered that he was also the one that asked me if I was okay so I guess he really didn't know who I was or didn't get a good look. Okay I can handle this.

We kind of moved in silence, with only the sounds of him wiping himself off and me washing my hands.

I started dying off my hands and saw him took off his shirt and realized that it was soaked. Feeling bad about what I did, I looked into my backpack and found a sweater.

"Hey I know that you are much taller than me but I think this sweater might fit." I said as I walked up to him and gave it to him. He looked at me twice, seeing if I was kidding, and put it on. I can tell why he thought it was weird, it had Winnie the Pooh on it. But in my defence that was all I had as I only liked wearing Disney clothing.

"Thanks!" He said as he looked himself in the mirror and grimaced at how weird he looked.

"No problem!" I said still feeling bad. I went back, zipped up my back and put it on.

"Nice backpack by the way I was going to say that before but you already left after spilling your drink on me." He said while smiling at me and leaving the room. I can't believe he knew! What kind of game was he playing at??

I quickly opened the door and saw that there was the same big group from last time. I was about to close the door and stay in the washroom forever when I heard them laughing at what he was wearing. I decided to walk out of the washroom and saw them stare at me with hatred.

"Hey I still look good guys better than you! Right girls?" He commented taking everyone's attention away from me and back to him. I started walking away from him and felt his gaze on me. I turned around to see him smile at me and quickly left.