Michael grumbled at the back of class. He hated this class and had no idea why he chose to take environmental studies. Actually, he was told that the reason to take this class was because it was an easy course and since his math and science courses were difficult and time consuming, he needed an elective that was easy. Michael tried to stretch out in his seat, but it was impossible. He was six and a half feet tall and these chairs were built for midgets, or those five feet tall. As the professor went on about their next assignment, he couldn't help but stare down at the girl in the front row. She was definitely cute. Michael had always gone for the petite cute girls. She had short ringlets in her blonde hair and wore jeans and cute low cut tops. As Michael daydreamed about the girl in the front row, he didn't even realize that class was over. He grabbed his things and walked towards his dorm.
The college was one of the largest in the state and he loved it. The weather was great almost year round and the dorms were actually nice. He was in third year and was given a single room, which he loved. It wasn't that Michael was anti-social; it was just that he liked his space. As he walked down the steps of the building, he saw a large congregation of people. There was lots of noise and he realized it was another rally. He rolled his eyes as he scanned the crowd. The school had just proposed a new program, starting the next year, in climate change. It was the first in the state and although some thought this was a great idea, others were opposed to the program, stating that global warming was just an excuse for the government to spend money on things other then healthcare and education. Michael saw that this rally was actually a gathering of both groups and he saw that going around the group would be his best idea.
He moved quickly through the loud noise of people and before he knew it, was pushed into the crowd. He was tall and muscular so was able to get away, but then he glanced and saw that the police were called. "Oh great" he thought. The last thing he needed was to be mixed up with the environmental crazies. He quickly pushed through the crowd and suddenly felt someone grab his hand.
"Pretend I'm with you."
Michael glanced down and saw the cute blonde from his class was holding his hand.
"Quick. We're walking from class."
"What?" Michael was trying to process what she was saying and really had no idea what she meant.
"Just walk!" Michael walked quickly through the quad towards his dormitory. When he glanced back he saw that some of the protestors were getting arrested. "Wow", he thought, "Glad I wasn't stuck in that mess." Once they were far enough away from the crowd, she let go of his hand.
"Thanks. You saved my butt."
"Huh?"
"You always this dense? I'm Avalon. If we hadn't looked like a couple just randomly walking through the crowd, I would have probably been arrested. The school is sick of the freaks starting protests. We're trying to prove that global warming really is happening. When the police come, they just arrest whomever they can get, no matter what side they are on."
"Oh." Michael processed what Avalon had said and then looked down at her cute face. She was probably five feet tall and from his height, he could look straight down her shirt. Her breasts were creamy white and he could see the edge of her pink bra. He must have been staring a while because he felt a pain in his side.
"Stop drooling." Avalon had punched him in the side lightly and had a big grin on her face.
"I'm sorry."
"It's O.K. So do I get to know your name?"
"It's Michael."
"Hi Michael. So do you want to be partners for the assignment for class?"
"Huh?" Michael was sounding more and more like a babbling idiot and he had no idea why. Well actually he did. Avalon was getting cuter by the minute.
"What assignment?"
"Oh my goodness! Do you sleep through all of Professor Wing's lectures? We have to do a radio ad for Earth Day. Talk about something that concerns us about the environment."
"Oh." Michael couldn't get past answering in one or two word sentences. His brain was slowly going to mush.
"You always this talkative?" By this point they had made their way across the quad and were standing in front of Michael's dorm.
"Sorry. Sure we can be partners. When do you want to work on it, Avalon?"