I spotted her coming towards me. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Her curly, light-brown hair bouncing as she walked in the cutest and happiest way imaginable. Her bright smile bringing butterflies to my stomach. I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Hey you!" She said, pushing my arm playfully. I rubbed my arm pretending that it hurt.
"Aggressive much?" I teased her, in the way that I do oh so much. I opened the door for her, and she walked under my arm and punched me in the stomach lightly.
"I'll fight you Christian." She said seriously and then sat down in her seat. I sat down in the seat beside and and turned in my chair to face her.
"You would probably kick my ass Antonia." I said chuckling.
"Only because you wouldn't hit a girl. You're what like 6'4? You tower over me." She says shaking her head.
I shruged "That is one reason. I could see you being a crazy ninja like fighter or something out of nowhere. I mean if you ever got in a fight with a girl, I could see you doing some backflip kick, thing where you jump off a wall, and then land with a dramatic hairflip." I joke and she starts to giggle, and blushed slightly, her pale freckled skin turned a light shade of red.
"You really over thought that didn't you?" She joked and put her purse on her desk and started going through it looking for something.
I shruged and curiously watched her as she digs through her purse. "What are you looking for?" I asked, noticing how frantic she was getting in her search. I leaned closer to see if I could help.
"My essay. Mr Turner is going to be pissed if I have to turn another assignment in late." She said and pulled out a big blue binder. "Is it in here?" She asked herself as she opened the binder and pulled out a folder "I hope I didn't leave it in the car." She tells me as she flips through the different papers.
"I could stall Mr. Turner if you want, and you could sneak out and get the paper." I told her looking over the papers to make sure she didn't skip it.
"No need, found it." She says pulling out a 10 page assignment titled "My First Trip to Paris." She turns and smiles at me "Thanks anyway, you're a really good partner in crime. You always got my back." She says and holdsee out her fist for a fist bump.
I chuckled thinking how deep into the friendzone I wandered into "You know that I got you." I say smiling and fist bump her back. I go into my backpack and pull out my folder with my paper titled "When I Went Skydiving" She grabbed it and read the title. Her eyes widend
"When did you go skydiving?" She asked looking up at me from the paper.
"For my 18th birthday, so what...Two years ago." I say resting my head on the table. She shooke her head and smacked me with my paper.
"Are you crazy!?! You could have died! I can't picture you, Mr. Play-It-Safe skydiving." She says laughing "You probably were screaming like a little girl." She laughed and handed my paper back to me.
I sat up and looked at her "Ehh, it was kind of scary, but it was a lot of fun. Youre over 18, you should do it!" I say excitedly."By the way, I am a very fun person, you just never see me outside of the college campus." I said putting my essay back in my folder.
She looked at me and scrunched up her face a little "I am sure you are, but I don't really hang out with anyone except my boyfriend. Especially a guy. He gets really jealous." She said and the sighed.
"That sucks. I mean, I understand if you would cheat on him and stuff, but you wouldn't do that, you're not that type of person. He should trust you a little more." I said to her.
She half-heartedly nodded and looked down and then back up at me "It's really not worth the argument." She said. Right as she opened her mouth to to say something else our teacher interrupted.
That hour and a half went by very slowly. The teacher lectured the entire time about the structure or writing a coherent sentence, and how using more vivid description brings your personal essay more to life. Occasionally I glanced over at Antonia and would either smile at her, have a staring contest with her, or have a contest of who can make the funniest face, she would win that once I laughed aloud when she crossed her eyes, and stuck here tongue out, then brought it up to her nose. The professor was not pleased with this sudden outburst, and gave us both the death stare for a couple of seconds, holding his hands on his hips, and eventually going back to lecturing. Antonia and I both looked at each other and smiled, I could feel myself blushing, and she was bright pink as well, then hid her face between her hands.
Once the professor dissmissed us, I grabbed my bag and started walking with Antonia toward the parking lot. "Where did you park?" I asked her and she shooke her head "Brandon is picking me up, I'll text you later." She smiled and waved at me. I wavedon't back, feeling a little upset because usually we had a nice conversation on our way to her car.
"Bye Antonia, see you on Friday." I called to her, waving as I walked backwards.
"Bye Christian!" She smiled waving back as she walked towards the other end of the parking lot.
I got to my car and drove off to my apartment. When I got home, I did my assignment for my Psychology class, and then turned in the TV. I didn't get a text from Antonia that night. After watching a few hours of Netflix I went to bed somewhat early for me, around 11:30.
The next day I woke up in the later part of morning, around 10:00 A.M. I took a shower, letting the warm water run down my back. I stood in the shower, for about an extra 5 minutes, thinking about Antonia and how I love her, but I could never be with her, because she was with someone else. Once I got out of the shower, and finished my daily morning routine of toast for breakfast, brush my teeth, and get dressed, I got ready to go to Psychology. I checked my phone and saw no new messages.
I went to class, and sat up front. Mrs. Thompson was going over a lecture onotes how the different emotions effect the human brain, and what areas of the brain these emotions stem from. I did an okay job at paying attention, my mind wandering only once of twice. It was a rather interesting lesson, but I was pleased once class ended.
The rest of the class was rather boring. I ate lunch alone in front of the TV. I cooked dinner, and I ate at the dinning room table by myself. At times I would look around and feel a little bit sorry for myself. The person that I was in love with, I could never have. I questioned whether it was wrong of me to wish that she would break up with her boyfriend. She seemed happy with him, and if they broke up that would bring her sadness. I knew it was selfish of me to want them to break up, but being alone was hurting me. I then started asking whether or not I should start looking to be with someone else. Deep down I knew that it would only bring a temporary happiness, because they could never truly be the one that I loved. I burdened myself with theseveral questions on a daily basis, until finally my mind would stop racing long enough for me to be able to sleep.
The next day, Wednesday came and went. Same daily routine. Wake up, shower, shave, breakfast, brush teeth, get dressed, get to class, have lunch and dinner alone, deep questioning of what I was doing with my life, Netflix, turn off Netflix, more battling with my conscience, finally drift off to sleep.
Thursday came and I decided that I would change things up a little bit. My best friend since high school Derrick was going out, and he insisted that I join him. After a few minutes of persuasion I decided that I would go. I met him at his apartment, which was a few blocks down from mine. We played beer pong in his apartment for a couple of hours before we left to walk to the nearby club "Cube". We were mildly drunk when we got there, but we weren't too bad. Will, a mutual friend of Derrick and I was much worse than any of us. He ended up throwing up in the clubs bathroom around midnight. Most of the night we danced and partied. An attractive blonger girl started grinding on me. Derrick high fived me.
"Get it bro!" He yelled, I could barely here him over the music that was playing. Me and the blonde started to make out, my tongue would trace along with hers, leg wrapped around my waist, and I was supporting a full erection. Her other friend, a brunette interrupted us, she smiled and gave me one quick kiss.
"Sorry sweetie, I have to go my friend is really drunk and I have to take her home." She said as a third friend, another blonde was bent over a railing outside. "I'll see you around." She yelled as the brunette tugged her away. I waved goodbye to her and Derrick and Will came over to me laughing. I laughed with them and they both were calling me a pussy for not asking for her number. I shruged because it didn't really occur of me to ask her. After about an hour we all walked back to Derricks.
"One hell of a night boys." Will said laughing and stumbling over himself a little.
"Dude I can't believe that blonde was hooking up with you. She was so hot. You didn't even get her number. Bro I am so disappointed. I mean I am proud, but I'm disappointed too." He said his words coming out slurred.
I laughed and pushed him, when doing so I fell over myself a little "Shut up, your just jealous she choose me and not you."
He nods "No shit, you didn't even do anything. There wasn't any lead up or anything. Did you even talk to her at all? Or did she just start shoving her tongue down your throat?" He asked laughing.
I shrugged "I don't know, I don't really remember. I didn't even get her name though." I said.
