Ian sat in class looking over at Marci. Not since high school had he had such a crush on a girl. Marci was a short sweet little thing. Her long wheat colored hair was tucked up in a loose messy bun at the base of her neck. A few curled tendrils had escaped the grasp of her hair band and gently kissed the collar of her soft pink shirt. Ian watched her intently nibbling the end of her pencil while she thought.
Marci felt someone eyes penetrating her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder accusingly and caught his gaze. Ian quickly glanced at the clock. He then met Marci's eyes apologetically. Marci looked away and then looked back when Ian had turned his attention back to his text book. She had never really noticed him before and she could see why. Ian was clad baggy jeans and a black t-shirt with white lettering on it. She couldn't make out what it said, but she was sure it was one of those insulting shirts that said something about the voices in your head or something as equally anti social. Marci rolled her eyes and turned back to the front of the room where the instructor was now giving a group project. Only half listening, her thoughts turned back to the boy that kept staring at her. She thought she has heard the teacher say his name before,
"What was it?" she thought to herself. Not that it mattered. He was one of those "freaks". "Why don't they realize they aren't being different? They're all exactly the same, same clothes, same hair, and the same old party line." She silently scoffed. Marci was so busily congratulating herself on the witty observation that she missed the cue to begin forming groups for the project before them.
"Damn" she said under her breath as she realized that there were now 5 small groups littering the class room. The teacher approached Marci,
"Ms. Williams, is everything okay?"
"Yes ma'am, I just ah..." Marci looked around the room and caught Ian's eyes again. "I was just thinking. Sorry, I'll find a group now."
"Well Ms. Williams it looks like most of the groups already have enough people, why don't you join that one please." Marci frowned as her instructor pointed to Ian's group.
"Ms. Applegate, I really don't think that group is a good match for me. I am sure one of the other groups won't mind having an extra."
"Ms. Williams didn't you hear the assignment? I'm sorry but there can not be more than 6 to a group. I need you to please go join your group. We need to move on." Marci stood there for a moment pleading looking at Ms. Applegate, but with a sigh of defeat, moved across the room towards Ian and the others.
Ian's heart raced as Marci glided across the linoleum floor. He casually ran his hand thru his dark messy hair. He was blessed with great hair, it always looked perfectly mussed, the same way a $150 haircut does. His hair was the same color as roasted coffee and hung fashionably nearly covering his smoldering eyes.
When Marci reached the group she put on her most personable smile and introduced herself to everyone. Chris, Sarah, and Mark all smiled warmly and introduced themselves as well. Marci then turned to Ian who stood silently. He was sure everyone could hear his heart pounding.
"And you are?" Marci asked much more coarsely than she had intended. Ian looked a bit shocked by the unwarranted tone. Marci quickly plastered a fake smile across her angelic face and touched her hand to her throat as she pretended to clear it.
"Yeah, I'm Ian." He tried to sound unaffected by her presence. His voice was soft and velvety. It did not sound the way Marci would have thought at all. It was actually quite sexy and Marci was taken aback a bit, and then she gave him a genuine smile.
After about forty five minutes of batting around ideas for their project and presentation, Ian and Marci were becoming almost comfortable talking to each other. Class dismissed and Ian decided to take the bull by the horns and ask Marci out. She was shocked and declined without hesitation. Ian was crushed.
"Oh, well, yeah, tha-that's cool. I just thought, yeah. Um, no big thing. Next time or something." He choked out, and turned to walk to his car. He had gotten about 10 feet and was already feeling like a complete ass when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Ian, umm, you didn't give me your number." Marci was holding out a pen and pink lined notepad.
"Uh, what for?" Ian sounded confused.
"For the project. You and I were going to research while the others were going to start on the presentation. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Ian took the girly pen and pink pad and scribbled down his number. Still feeling embarrassed and defeated he avoided looking at her.
Several days passed and Marci couldn't stop thinking about Ian. She was so consumed with thoughts of him she could not concentrate on the sermon the pastor was giving. She even missed the cue for the choir to stand and begin the hymn. She just sat there chewing on her thumb nail desperately trying to turn her thoughts to more churchlike things. After the choir had finally been dismissed she went to the choir room to take off her robe and hang it with the others. She was the last one there and everyone had already gone. The room was dark as she entered, and she was so lost in her thoughts that she did not even bother turning on the light before entering. Still biting on thumb nail she began thinking about Ian and what it would be like to have him saying dirty little things to her in that sexy voice. She was lightly sucking on her thumb and running it across her moist lips. She giggled quietly to herself as she thought about how she would love to do that to Ian. She slowly unzipped her choir robe thinking of how she would if he were standing right there. She let the robe fall to the floor and closed her eyes picturing Ian standing there watching her. She felt a familiar tickle beneath her panties and realized she was already wet. She ran her hand up her inner thigh and underneath her skirt working her way up to the warm damp spot on her panties. Marci moaned ever so quietly as she rubbed herself delicately. Just then the light flicked on.
"Oh love, I didn't know anyone was in here!" Mrs. State exclaimed when she saw Marci.
"OH!" Marci jumped and spun around. "Thank you I couldn't find the switch. It thought it was on the other wall and then I just gave up looking for it." Marci rushed to pick up the choir robe and hang it in the wardrobe.
"Ever since we switched rooms I always end up going to the other wing first myself. You better hurry off love, you mother and the pastor are looking for you." Marci rushed out of the room flushed and embarrassed.
It had been a week since class and Marci was looking forward to seeing Ian in person again. He had been a frequent visitor in her daydreams, but she would actually see him tonight. She put on her favorite jeans and lovely little pink tank top with a beaded over shirt that flattered her bust line. She took an extra thirty minutes fixing her hair and makeup so she looked like she spent no time on it at all. She wanted to look carelessly sexy, and was realizing it was an awful lot of work. She got to class and took her seat looking around for Ian. His seat was empty but there was still time before class started. When Ian didn't show up Marci was very disappointed. She got to her car, and pulled out the pink slip of paper she had been carrying for a week. She unfolded the perfectly creased square and looked at her cell phone.
"I should really call and check on him. What if he is sick? The least I could do is offer to take him my notes. That's just a courteous thing to do, and I don't want him to fall behind, we do have a project to do!" Marci finished justifying the call to herself and then reached for the phone.
