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"...which succeeded from the Union in 1860," I concluded the end of my 'lecture' project. My classmates applauded, heartily. I was rather taken aback by the response.
"Well done, Anna," my Professor of American History stated. "You've a perfect public speaking form, as well as great writing skills."
"Thank you, Professor," I shyly stated. I'm a journalism major, after all. If my writing wasn't good, I'd have picked the wrong area to study. This class was just a pre-req anyways. I have always preferred the more current events in history, rather than the past.
The Professor looked at the clock. "Well, I believe that's all the time we have for tod-" interrupted by the now visibly relieved students of his who shuffled loudly and scrambled to make it to the exits. I rushed forward to my things, gathered them quickly and headed for the door. It was Friday, after all! And maybe even...
After I gathered my things, I waited for the crowd to die down a bit before heading for the door. Before I could proceed forward, the Professor caught my attention, calling me over.
"You paper, please, Ms. Hall. You wouldn't want to fail on a technicality after such a good presentation," he stated.
I blush and, visibly startled, hand him the project with a meager, "sorry," and proceed for the now empty doorway, hurriedly.
I was in such a rush, only to go meet my boyfriend, Pierce. Oh, Pierce... He's a year older than me, graduating college next year. He was the best thing to happen to me. The rush of thinking of him and what might happen tonight sent a chill up my spine. He would be my first, I was sure of it!
I mean, sure, I've dated before, but that was be for my mom died. That accident when I was 16 shook me. I was seeing this great guy in high school at the time, but after mom died, I broke it off with him. I was so crushed that I focused only on school work and what I wanted to do with my brief existence in this world. I kept my grades up and got a scholarship to this University in the city. Dating hadn't crossed my mind again until I was at a party with some girls I'd met and there he was. He was taller than most people in general, and well built too. He played baseball with the college team and was quite popular. I was so lucky when he came over and just said "Hi."
After that, I was pretty much his, but something always held me back. I wanted my first time to be special, not intoxicated or high on some college fun drug. We were always going to parties and such together, and though we've made out, I never pursed for more, and neither did he.
Tonight would be different, I thought, as I ran through the door arch into the complex hallway. I was so focused on the possibilities of tonight I didn't even notice the hand reach and grab me. Startled, I dropped all my belongings I was holding.
"Where you off to in such a rush, sweetheart?" a familiar voice rings in my ears.
"Pierce! Oh my gosh, you scared me! I was just thinking about you!"
"Oh, so much that you just completely ignore me and run past?" he teased, while bending down to help me pick up my school things.
"No, I was just thinking of what movie you wanted to watch," I coo, trying to seem meager and sexy at the same time.
"Oh, about that, actually..." he starts. I feel my chest sink a little as he brushes his long hair out of his face. "The boys are all headed to this new bar, it's apparently the newest, hottest thing in town. They've invited us and all your friends too, so we can all hang out and check it out. If it's a drag we'll go back to my place and watch a movie. How's that sound?"
Hiding my disappointment, as excited as I can fake, I respond with a, "sure, that sounds good. It would be cool to see everyone together again," even though I know we just saw all of them on Tuesday. I wanted this to just be Pierce and I tonight.
"Great," Pierce exclaims. "I've got an errand to run, but I'll meet you at your and Mandy's place in about two hours, babe." He kisses my forehead, turns, and walks towards the back exit of the complex.
Completely bummed out, I walk to the front of the complex and walk outside. Students everywhere, I make my way towards the off-campus housing. Dad had helped me get an apartment off-campus so I could feel a bit more independent after high school. I just happened to have the best roommate in the world too.
Mandy met me at the door, startling me again. "Have you talked to Pierce?! Did he tell you we're all going to 'Logan's' tonight?"
"'Logan's'," I sighed, "is that the name of the place?"
"Yeah, apparently it opened six months ago, but people are just now talking about it. There's concerts there, and a dance floor too! You can bump and grind into your 'Perfect Pierce' all night now," Mandy jabbed. She winked at me as I blushed.
Mandy and I had been friends in elementary school. We were separated in middle school, but we kept up through social media. She's the only one who knows me super well in our group of friends, the only one who know's I've never slept with a man, too. She even agreed to let me use the apartment for the night tonight, too.
Noticing my slouch, she reached out and hugged me. "Don't worry, babe," she whispered. "I'll still stay over at Dave's tonight." Dave was her boyfriend, they've been together for ages.
We chat about our days, the usual giggles about random shit that's happened. I excuse myself and hop in the shower. Might as well be fresh for tonight, I suppose.
