The Guy in My Spanish class
This time, I can't help but flinch as touches me and pulls the other strap down .. baring my other shoulder to his eyes.
"Anthony, you can't say those things. We ... we're supposed to be best friends."
He kisses my shoulder and the words come out weak, unbelievable .. unconvincing even, as they come from my own lips.
Anthony stays quiet after what I say, or rather he ignores me, instead using his other hand to play with the skin on my stomach exposed from the top.
"I know .." He trails off.
I hold my breath in wait, the temporary silence sending my mind spinning at the situation that'd developed.
"But I don't know if that's enough for me, B." Anthony moves my hair to side as he says the words endearingly.
And then there's another kiss to pair.
Although it isn't a simple peck this time. It's an actual kiss, slow and softly pressed into the nape of my neck.
Beatrix thought she'd never trust another guy again.
Her last relationship had changed her, in so many ways that she hated. The experience had been unbelievable and both unbearable.
After doing the first two years of college online, she transfers to the esteemed, Highland University with just one wish:
Normalcy.
The plan was simple .. just keep her head down, study her ass off, try to become a functional person once again and hopefully make one friend or two.
Everything was supposed to start over that year, a fresh start for her. She'd had high hopes and was faithfully prepared to blend in to the background.
And it does go well.
Until she sits down in Spanish, where she meets Anthony Gamaro.
Beatrix finds herself in an odd friendship with the 21 year old football player. One that's strangely wholesome and slowly helps her begin to open up a bit.
Not just to him but new friends, opportunities and the college experience of course, filled with studying, stress, partying, fun and some drama.
