Sin

[3]

“You didn’t even tense at the sound of my screams.

If anything, they made you feel at home.”

 

One week later

 

        “I’ll call you, April,”  He told me before moving away slowly.  We’d exchanged numbers on the ride to my dorm.  “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”  

 

        I laughed hard, closing my eyes and shoving him gently on the shoulder.  I could hear him laughing too as we stood out in the hall of my dormitory.  With only two coffees to keep my energy-level boosted and cheery, I wasn’t doing very well.  Instead of giving him a gentle shove, I was using his arm for support to keep myself standing.  He could tell I wasn’t used to all-nighters either.

 

        He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body towards his.  I pushed away from him a bit so I could see his face.  He was so much taller than me, I felt so small and vulnerable compared to him.   “You’re so funny, aha.”  I commented, “who says sweet dreams and then calls someone a sweetheart?”  I swore, if staying up until 3 AM killed my brain cells like this I’d be going to bed at 8 every night for now on.

 

        He leaned down and looked into my eyes.  It was like he could see my everything.  I felt even more vulnerable than before.  Without even meaning to, I placed my small hand on his cheek and gravitated my stare to his perfect, pink lips.  

 

        “God, you’re so beautiful, April.”  

 

        “And you’re so blind, Nas--”  

 

        I started but couldn’t finish.  His lips were already on mine, and I just couldn’t seem to force myself to pull away and ruin the perfect molding of our togetherness.

 

--

 

        I definitely didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

 

        Well, until I actually woke up and realized Nash wasn’t actually here and that I hadn’t actually talked to him for a whole week.

 

        I hadn’t really been one to date in high school.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, or that I thought guys weren’t interested in me.  I mean, I’d actually been asked out a few times throughout high school, but none of them every felt right.  I guess I just was never comfortable enough around boys to actually be their girlfriend. Of course everyone has flaws about them, which make them feel as if they are not worthy, but everything about me was just not dating material. So yeah, I rarely dated, but I hoped college would be a little different--maybe I could be a little different.

 

        I could always have Kat hook me up with her drug dealer.  That could work.