It's midterm week in the busy library of NorthEast campus. One would assume most students would be in their dorms by 11:30 PM; au contraire, the first and second floors were abuzz with energy and anxiety. Everyone is teaming up to create the best lesson plans to get their best grades. Awesome. For one week out of two in the semester, we get to pretend we care.
I'm growing tired of the horrible jokes followed by the obvious fake laughter, knowing full and well none of these idiots sincerely like one another. So, I head to the quiet 4th floor where all the research-oriented students do their work. They're always older, which means they're more focused and they barely notice anyone sitting next to them. All of them have some form of headset adorning their faces. Seems perfect to me. I exit the elevator and walk deep in-between the shelves of leather-covered books.
I find the perfect spot at a corner, with dim lights and zero sounds -- just how I like it. I sit on the carpeted floor, freeing my toes from my tennis shoes and socks, wiggling them. After rubbing some hand sanitizer, I put on my earbuds, listening to the sweet relaxing sounds of lofi hip-hop. I'm really getting into my notes, nodding my head and moving my feet to the beat. As I stretch and look around, I see a man intently looking at my feet.
I tilt my head and wiggle my toes. He seems entranced. I do a quick once-over. He looks okay and I do like his reserved winter style. He licks his lips as I stretch my feet some more, but looks back burning red when he realizes I've caught him. It's funny and I softly giggle. He hastily rearranges the book he borrowed and dashes to his desk. Some bell finally rings in my mind. I want to play.
I cross over to his desk, where the two other desks by his sides are empty. Other students are so engrossed in their work, they simply don't notice me. I slide into the desk and put my hand near his laptop. He looks at me with shock and anxiety plastered all over his cute face. "Hey" I softly greet him to avoid startling him more than I already do.
"Hello." His Adam's apple bobs beautifully -- I want to lick it.
"I saw that." I put on a stern mask.
"I-I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" I slowly rub my foot on his pants, and he shuts up quickly, his eyes growing like saucers.
I can't hold it in anymore, I giggle while covering my mouth. "Shhhh" I tell him. He's looking around, while I could give a fuck about what anyone might think. We're all grown here, and no one's being violated or harassed -- we don't do that here. I rub my foot on him one more time, looking at him dead in the eye, and he gulps.
