I will always remember the way she used to tease me. It used to drive me crazy. Crazy, really crazy, but in a good way.
Every week we'd be in that lecture hall listening to that old dinosaur Dr Philips go on and on about something none of us cared about. He'd be droning on and most of us would be trying our hardest not to fall asleep by playing games on our phones and pretending to look interested.
And she would always, always, make sure she sat behind me.
She'd kick my chair again and again and come close to my ear and blow in it and make these weird stupid animal noises. She always had this mischievous kind of way about her, it was funny, like a teenager, a kind of boyish personality where she'd always be looking to make a joke, to do something different, to make you think she was a bit cooky, or different.
And I would turn around and whisper for her to 'fuck off' or leave me alone, but she wouldn't stop pestering me in those lectures, because she didn't want to stop, and she knew deep down I didn't want her to stop, even if I didn't know that at the time.
I remember, the other girls would look at her and think she was weird, but she didn't care. She was different.
This kept going for a few months, and I thought nothing about it, after the lecture she'd disappear, I'd see her hot red hair and black leather school bag disappear off in to the crowd as we left the hall and I wouldn't see her again until the next week in the lecture hall as she crept in and sat down beside me. She was strange, you wouldn't see her around. Even though she was super, super beautiful and fit, with a gorgeous bouncing head of red hair and a real sexy, petite busty figure, I and everyone else around me didn't even notice her; she didn't come to the parties, she didn't eat lunch with anyone. She was a mystery. I didn't even know her name. Until one very memorable day...
At the time, I was really into fitness. I had some dumbbells in my apartment, I'd lift weights and do yoga, I'd play tennis with my friends, and every morning I'd go for a run to start the day.
My university was in an old historic town, with most of the students living up on the hill within the old city walls, every morning I'd go for a run down the hill and through the empty woods and fields down in the valley. I'd even run in the winter, and I remember that it was on a cold February morning when I was running through the fog in the country-park, that I saw her just off the path under the huge old oak tree.
She called out to me, it was strange because somehow she knew my name and I was surprised because I still didn't know hers. I stopped running and came towards her, I was still out of breath, blood rushing around my body, and must have been red in the face. I remember her laughing at me and asking me what I was doing. I was confused and remember saying "I could ask you the same question." It was still pretty early in the morning and the valley, which in the day would have quite a lot of people walking through it, was still pretty empty, with the sun still rising and the fog lifting.
"I've been meaning to show you something" I remember she said. Of course, I asked what, as it seemed to me she was talking about our studies. She asked me if I could put the bluetooth on on my phone so I could receive a file from her. Without pausing, I quickly took my phone out of my pocket and said: "sure", as I didn't want to seem rude and just wanted to get it finished with so I could continue with my run. As my phone started to download the file she was sending, she said something like "it'd be good if you could tell me what you think of my work" I nodded as I watched the file download, 50%, 60%, 70%, I looked at her as she was watching me with a look of anticipation. She was strange, I thought again. Sexy, though, she had a hot look in her eye that I hadn't seen before.
My phone pinged and I went to put it back in my pocket, I think I told her then that I'd look at it later in the day and that I was gonna go then and continue my run. She grabbed my arm just before I could turn away, and told me, again with that look in her eye, that I should look at what she'd sent me.