This is the first story I've written. I really don't believe writing is my forte, however some of my friends like it so I decided to try and post something to see other people's reactions. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't just say "this sucks." I like to use conversations to build up characters, so there will be a good bit of talking. If you are looking for just sex, this is not for you. There will probably not be any sex at all in this part of the story. Enjoy! :)
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"You just don't understand," her boyfriend screamed for the fifth time. "I didn't want to go, but you know the guys. They just don't take no for an answer."
"I don't care that you went Jason. I really don't. I care that while there you managed to stick your hand into three different thongs for crying out loud. Have some sort of decency," she retorted. As she said this her blonde hair flipped over her right shoulder on top of her pink blouse. She had been running her hands through her hair in frustration and finally gave up putting them in her shorts pockets. It was cute actually. I had been listening to them argue for last ten minutes and I had learned that she is a visual person. Her hands were flying everywhere as she yelled at him until she resorted to running them through her hair, and then put them in her pockets.
"Jennifer, I'm sorry it happened. It won't ever happen again. It's just college stuff. Everyone does stupid things during college. So please, forgive me so we can move on," he said aggravated.
Big mistake buddy.
"Excuse me miss," she called. I looked up, stopping in mid-sip of my morning coffee, to see that she was looking directly at me. Shit, I thought, I don't want to be a part of this. I just want to admire her from afar and think my inappropriate thoughts and move on. I tried flipping my brown hair down over my eyes to act like I wasn't paying as close attention as I was.
"Miss," she called again, "I need your opinion on something."
"Okay, on what," I asked lamely, looking directly into her warm, blue eyes.
"If you call your girlfriend and tell her you'll see her in about two hours and neglect to show up, shouldn't she be a little angry? Add on to that, that the reason you didn't show up was because you were at a strip club with some friends. I think she should be entitled to be angry, don't you?" She looked at me expectedly and I shuffled in my seat. I get nervous when people stare at me, so I proceeded to play with ruffles at the bottom of my blue sundress under the table.
"Well, yeah." Way to go, genius. Well, yeah. That's all you have to say. I started mentally kicking myself so I almost missed what she said.
"Thank you! So this, Jason, is why we are over," she stated, looking at him again. "You did everything but put your dick inside them, so now I'll let you be free to go do that."
"You know what, whatever. I'm glad we're through. I dated you for two years for you to only put out four times. Fuck that." He stormed away like the child he was. I couldn't help but smirk.
She stood near me still, confident in how things had turned out. Or so I thought. All of the sudden the fierce look she had in her eyes faded and her eyes welled up with tears. She sat down at the table next to mine and proceeded to cry. At first, I was at a loss of what to do. I just met her. Should I go comfort her? Should I just walk away and leave her alone? The coward in me won over my nice side, so I packed my things and started to walk away.
"Thanks for helping me," she mumbled through the tears.
I guess I'm staying then.
I took a seat next to her and handed her some napkins from the dispenser in the middle of the table. "He's a jerk. Just ignore what he says. He doesn't deserve you."
"Oh yeah? How do you know? You just met me."
"Well, in my opinion, cheaters don't really deserve anyone. Just a page out of my common sense book." Oh God. Did I just tell her she had no common sense? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so stupid.
"I'm Jennifer," she said, extending her hand.
"Alexandria, but everyone calls me Alex," I responded, returning her handshake.
"So," she asked, "how much of that fight did hear? You can be honest. I know we were kind of loud."
"Honestly? I heard all of it. But, it's no big deal. You had a right to be loud, and angry."
She sighed and put her head down. "I'm not like that. I hate when people show themselves in public. It annoys the mush out of me! He followed me all the way from my apartment, fifteen minutes away from here, trying to understand why I was mad at him! When I told him he thought he did nothing wrong! Can you believe that" she asked, incredulously.
"Well, you're through with him now so don't worry about it. Would you like a coffee or something?"
"Yeah, I came here for a coffee before class; I'll get it though," she said standing.
"No, my treat, please. This is the start of your day turning around to be great. Free coffee. So what do you want?"
"Surprise me, I haven't really thought about it." She took her seat once more and I headed inside.
I couldn't help but watch her as I was in line waiting. She looked thoroughly exhausted, like she hadn't slept in days. But even in this exhausted state she still looked incredible. Her hair, although played with ruthlessly early, was as straight as can be and lying perfectly over both shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, which was a huge turn on for me. I hate it when girls wear makeup. I like natural beauty. In my opinion, when a woman wears makeup it's like she's slapping herself in the face. She's saying she's not pretty enough. But this girl is extraordinarily beautiful. And those eyes, those killer blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes and, of course, she had to have them.
"I got you black coffee, but I brought sugar and creamer just in case," I said, sitting down across from her at the table.
"Black coffee is just fine. It's what I usually drink," she smiled at me.
"So," I started, "you mentioned class. Do you go to Bradenton?" Bradenton is the top university in the state, and this coffee shop is about a ten minute walk from campus.
"I do actually! I'm in my third year of getting my nursing degree. What about you? Do you go there as well" she asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, I'm studying early childhood education. I love kids."
"I do too, but I don't know if I'd be able to teach, you know? There are just some things on this earth people shouldn't attempt to do. Me teaching is one of them," she laughed.
"I didn't think I would either, but I think I could get used to the idea of hopefully improving the lives of some kids."
"Well, when you talk about it like that I guess it won't be so bad. So what year are you?"
"I'm actually a senior. So now I actually get a class of my own occasionally to teach. It's fun because my kids are so great. They actually listen."
She laughed when I said this. I love her laugh. This isn't fair. I've never had someone affect me so much. What is wrong with me?
"That's great. I just get to sit in class and learn. And when I'm not in class I'm in my apartment studying. The awesome life of a nursing major."
"It'll get better when you get to work in the hospital."
We chatted for a little while longer until we both realized we would be late for our classes.
"Hey, look, I know we just met and everything but you're really cool and nice to buy me coffee. We should get together for dinner or something, my treat. Want to exchange numbers?"
Hell yes I practically screamed inside my head. Here was this beautiful girl wanting to give me her number, of course I was going to take it. I handed her my phone and she put it in under: Jennifer:)!
"So you won't forget who I am," she said winking at me. She then proceeded to text herself from my phone obtaining my number. "I'll text you later this week, okay?"
"Alright," I stated. "Have fun in class."
"You too! See you later!"
With that she went off in one direction, and I in the other. I made a new smokin' hot friend and got her number all in one morning! Oh yeah, I haven't lost my touch. My only downfall is I know she's straight. Well, I guess I can just be her friend. That shouldn't be so hard, I mean, I just met her. But, that didn't mean I couldn't have a little bit of fun with her.
The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. I taught my students and graded some of their math quizzes before coming home around 6 o'clock. I couldn't get her off my mind though. I wanted to see her again soon, but I didn't want to seem too eager. We had just met after all. I need not have any fears though. As soon as I walked through the door my phone went off. The message read:
Would you like to get together for dinner this Friday?
I quickly responded saying yes I would love to and where did she have in mind. Once I was sure the message was sent I hooked my phone up to the charger. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, purposely forgetting to grab my clothes on the way there so I could have a reason to go back to check my phone. Pathetic, I know. When I went back she had responded saying this little Italian restaurant that I knew very well seeing as how is was very close to my apartment. I told her that would be wonderful and I couldn't wait.
Stripping off my clothes I couldn't help but wish she was there. I imagined her taking off my dress for me, gasping when she realized I had been braless all day. I imagined lightly kissing her on the lips before taking her into my arms and deepening the kiss. The realization that it was getting very hot broke me out of my reverie so I finally hopped in the shower.
This didn't help much.
