"It never snows in North Carolina" James thought miserably to himself as he left the physics building, and put up his umbrella to keep the rain off his head. It was a dreary day, and James tried his best to avoid the small puddles of water that formed on top of the bricks around campus. "who the hell would make an entire campus of bricks?" James thought for the thousandth time.
Exams were finally over, and on his walk home James was mentally loosening up, looking forward to the month break before classes started again in January. Although it was in the middle of December, it was still in the upper thirties, making it cold, rainy, and wet. James held onto the railing as he went down brick steps, remembering his mothers advice, "Wet bricks be very slick," and picturing the small girl fall down at Disney years ago while she ran around a brick fountain. He was nearing the bus stop as he passed through a parking lot that students often took as a shortcut, and took refuge in his blank mind after his physics test. The bus stop was crowded, and he couldn't fit under the covering the campus provided for wet days such as this. "at least I have my umbrella," he thought. He looked around at the students under the covering to see if he knew anyone. His eyes fell on his neighbor, a tall girl, shorter than James' six feet, but only by four or five inches. She had long brown hair tied in a pony tail behind her, tanned skin, although a little fairer than usual since it was the middle of December, brown eyes, and was wearing a black buttoned up coat that came down to her thighs, a black short skirt, that was short of her knees by half a foot, black stockings, and yellow rain boots. James had always thought his neighbor was hot, yet only said a casual hello when he saw her outside her apartment, and never talked to her during physics, although they only sat a row away from each other.
She looked in his direction, and James quickly glanced away, hoping she didn't notice him checking her out. "At least the lucky bitch isn't in the rain right now," he thought to himself.
James looked to his left and was relieved to see his bus was approaching. He always took 9th Ave. home, to skip the mile walk to his apartment. The bus stopped in front of the covering, and people qued up outside it, leaving James to stand behind them, although not everyone from the covering was getting on the bus, there were still ten people in front of him. "Please let there be a seat," he thought to himself, not wanting to stand during the ride home. He stepped on the bus, collapsing his umbrella, and looked around for a seat, with four people still behind him. It appeared that every seat was taken as he walked down the rows, trying not to catch anyone's eye, and was aware of the squeaking sounds his shoes were making. Already people were standing beside the door, holding onto a bar, and James almost gave up hope that he was find a seat, and conceded that he was going to have to stand on his ride home. He grabbed onto the bar above him, and noticed that a seat was open a few feet away from him, and his stomach lurched when he saw it was next to his neighbor. He quickly walked over to the seat, and plopped himself next to her, hoping that the people already standing wouldn't think less of him for taking this seat. "hey," he said to his neighbor.
Her brown eyes looked over at him, and she smiled, "hey," she said in a friendly fake voice, only girls could pull off, "how did you do on that final?"
"I did alright," James said, "that question about Torque was a bitch though, I had no idea how to set it up. I just wrote out equations."
"Yeah, me too," she replied, "I hope he gives a lot of partial credit, otherwise I'm going to fail."
Their physics teacher was new, and his tests were brutally hard, but he always gave a lot of partial credit and curved the grade to even out everyone's score. It still left people feeling like they had no idea what they were doing on the test they just took. "I'm just so glad exams are over," James said.
"Yeah, me too," his neighbor replied.
That comment ended the conversation, and the noise of the bus, and the rain hitting the windows was more audible as they rode on in awkward silence. James wasn't a nerd, but his neighbor was a bit more "popular" than he was, and he was surprised she was so polite to him, since most better looking girls didn't seem to talk to him at all. "while I have her here, I might as well press on with the conversation," he thought to himself.
"Are you doing anything fun for the holidays?" he asked hoping this might spark their conversation again.
"Yeah, next week I am going to my beach house at Emerald Isle with my family, and we are going to stay there until after Christmas," she said, "what about you?"
"Well nothing that exciting," James said. Emerald Isle was a nice island off the coast of North Carolina, filled mainly with beach houses. It didn't have "the strip" that Myrtle Beach had, and was a quieter environment. "I'm staying at home, my sister is coming back from Indiana, so it'll be good to see her."
"Oh nice, where do you live?" she asked.
"Only like 20 minutes east of here, so its pretty close," James said. James was pleased with himself that he was carrying on this conversation with such a good looking girl so well. With most girls he talked to they put up a false feeling of interest, and he could sense it coming from her, but he didn't care, this was the most he has ever talked to a girl this good looking, when not explaining something school related. "When are you going home?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation going.
"In a couple days," she said, "Its like a five hour drive, and my parents don't want me driving at dark, or probably in the rain," she laughed.
"that's such a fake laugh," James thought as he chuckled a bit trying to be polite, "lets keep it going,"
"And I'm sticking around tomorrow night because there's a basketball game that I'm going to with a friend," she finished.
"Sweet," James said, expecting her to ask him when he was going home. She looked away from him, and James realized that it wasn't going to happen. "Stick the course," James thought. "Hows your roommate doing?" he asked. James didn't really know her roommate at all, and had much less interaction with her than he did this brunette, and although they were both hot, he didn't know either ones name.
"She's good," his neighbor said, "Her last exam was two days ago, and she left right after it."
She stopped talking, but didn't look away, as if she was expecting him to ask more questions. "why the hell do I have to do all the damn work in this conversation," he thought to himself. "Maybe I can at least find out this bitch's name."
"Her names Ashley right?" James asked, saying the first girl's name that popped in his head.
"No, Nicole," she corrected.
"O whoops," James said, "and you are?"
"Claire," she said smiling.
"I'm James," James said holding out his hand.
She laughed and shook his hand, "Its weird that we never really met, even though we live right next to each other," she said, letting go of his hand.
"Yeah, we're even in the same class," James said.
"what is your roommates name?" she asked
"Yes, she's finally asking me questions," James thought. "Mark."
"O, how is he?"
"Good, he went home yesterday, but its only like twenty minutes away."
"Do you guys live near each other?"
"not really, he lives south," James said. "So what are you doing tonight?" James said this without thinking really, but if he got the answer he wanted, this could turn into something fun. "Please say nothing, please say nothing, please say nothing"
"Nothing really, I guess just hanging out at my house. All of my friends have already gone home. My friend tomorrow is coming up from South Carolina, and then we are going to go home together in two days," she said.
James tried to study the expression on her face to see if she seemed interested in him. "why am I so fucking bad at reading girls?" he thought to himself madly. He glanced out the window the first time since he got out the bus and noticed that they were almost to his stop. "Its now or never"
"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asked as the bus put on its breaks to stop in front of their apartment complex. He immediately regretted his decision, knowing that his house was a wreck, but this was a chance that you just don't get everyday.