College Love

Well today is the first day of actual classes at college. I don't even want to be here, it's too far away from home. Math is my first class today. I'm pretty good at math but that was in high school and this is college. They are completely different, I guess.

In class, I tried to fly under the professor's radar. It worked for today but I don't know how long it will last. I took notes and played the good student in all of my lectures. At lunch, I sat alone, as expected. No one gave me a second glance but some did whisper to each other that I was a freshman. I say whisper but I mean sneer.

I don't fit in here, which is very obvious. No one seems to be like me and no one wants to talk to me either. My roommate is always hanging out with someone else. Someone she has been friends with for years or something like that. I am alone.

At dinner, I was, once again, eating by myself. This time I was watching the people in the room. That sounds really stalkerish but I was really bored and there really wasn't much else to do. That's when I saw him.

Every day, I watched him eat with his friends and laughing almost constantly. That sounds really stalkerish but he was really cute. The more I watched him, day after day, I became more and more intrigued. I decided that college wasn't so bad if cute guys like him were here.

I hung out in the student center if I wasn't in class or doing homework in my room. Usually I would sit in a chair out of the way and just write. One day I was there for a while and wrote enough to have a pretty sizable stack of papers on the table next to me. As people walked past, they looked impressed with my stack of writing.

Without warning, he walked up, eyeing the stack of papers. He asked what class all of it was for. I told him that I was just writing stories to pass the time. I guess my answer invited him to sit down or something because that's exactly what he did. He asked question after question for the next couple of hours. Most were about my stories but not all. The only reason, I think, he left was he had to go to math class or something like that.

He was the first person to take a genuine interest in my stories. They weren't very good but they helped me pass the time and I enjoyed getting lost in my writing.

Over the next couple of weeks, we became friends. We weren't that close but every once and awhile we would get lunch or dinner together. This rarely ever happened due to schedule differences and he had friends but it was something. He sat with me on Fridays when the college brings people in to entertain us and try to stop us from drinking. Most of the time they brought in a comedian or a magician. Sometimes they played some movie no one ever heard of. As soon as the show was over, though, he would leave.

I began to fall for him the more I hung out with him. After a while of that, I began to dream about him. When the dreams had just started, I would dream of walking around campus holding hands or he would have his arm around me. The dreams progressed and became more and more intimate. For a while we just made out but then it started to get rough.

One night I dreamt that we went back to my room some Friday night, my roommate goes home after classes on Fridays so I get the room to myself on the weekends. We got there and as soon as I had closed the door, he grabbed me and slammed me against the door. We just smiled at each other and then he bent down to kiss me. I managed to squirm out of his arms and took him to the ground. There I pinned him by sitting on his hips and holding has hands to the floor above his head. He looked annoyed that I had pinned him even though he was bigger than me. Then he got the biggest, stupid grin on his face.

He growled, "I'll take my shirt off, if you take yours off."

I didn't hesitate. I really wanted to see him shirtless. Plus, I had a tank top on under my t-shirt so it wasn't like I was going to show him much of anything. I released his hands to get my t-shirt off. After I got it off, he took advantage of his free hands to roll us over so he was pinning me.

He looked reluctant. I told him, "A deal is a deal."

Sighing, he took off his shirt. I must have looked disappointed because he said, "Okay, okay. I'll take mine off if you take yours off."

"You first."

He sighed again and took off hi undershirt. I just laid there and looked him over, smiling. He smiled back and said, "Your turn." His smile had a devilish quality that made me love him even more.

I countered, "Kinda difficult with you sitting on top of me."

Scratching the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, he said, "Can't really argue with that."

He got off of me and I sat up. I reluctantly took my tank top off. I have never really like the way that I looked in a bra but it was too late to go back now. I looked away from him and must have turned bright red. He gently turned my head so he could meet my eyes and just kissed me. It made me feel a lot better. Next thing I knew I was laying on my back and he was on top of me. We would have made out like that longer if there hadn't been a knock at the door.

I intended on ignoring it until I heard it was my RA. I told him that it wasn't the best time but he insisted. Grabbing the closest shirt, I answered the door. My RA, seeing me in his shirt and that he was laying on the floor, raised an eyebrow at me. Ignoring the question, I asked what he wanted. My RA apologized for the interruption, as he called it, and asked if everything was going alright.

I glared at him and snapped, "What do you think?"

"I get it. I'm sorry. I just need you to sign this."

I signed it without looking at it and my RA left. Clearly irritated, I went back to him. He hugged me and whispered calming words into my ear until I felt better. After that fiasco was over, we laid in my bed until we both fell asleep. That dream was... well... enchanting to say the least.

When I wasn't in class or doing homework (sometimes even then), I was completely lost in thought about him. I wish he would just ask me out already.

Months passed and we hung out every once and a while. I don't even think he knew that I was into him. Let me rephrase that. He knew someone was into him but he didn't think it was me. 'Whoever' it was had anonymously posted it for the world to see. If he ever asks me who I think it was, I plan on playing dumb. I really want to tell him how I fell nut I don't think I have the guts to.

During our conversations, he kept telling me to go out and do something. He always suggested hiking or rock climbing or something of that nature. After a while of him bothering me about it, I planned a hike. The hike was only a mile up and a mile back down. I planned it so it would coincide with a meteor shower and a sunrise. Whoever would be standing on that mountain that night would get an amazing show. I wanted it to be just me and him so badly but I ended up inviting some of our mutual friends. I still wasn't ready to tell him; I didn't think I would ever be ready to tell him that.

The hike itself went great and everyone said they had a great time. For me the way up was rough since 1) it was my first hike and 2) it was the middle of the night. Getting to the top was defiantly worth the trouble. The meteor shower was gorgeous, the sunrise perfect, and the sights amazing. All of these were dwarfed by the decent.

On the way down he announced that he would bring up the rear so no one would be left behind. As I started for the trail to go down, he asked me to walk with him on the way down. I waited for everyone else to go first for obvious reasons.

Once we were alone he said, "I have something to ask you and you have to be completely honest. Please."

Trying to reply calmly even though my heart was beating out of my chest, I said, "Okay. Shoot."

My heart sank in dismay when he asked, "Was it you who posted that anonymous thing about me?"

Instead of answering his question directly I asked, "Why do you think it was me who posted it?"

He got all embarrassed and dug the toe of his boot in the rocky ground. I barely heard him when he muttered, "I don't think it was you, I hope it was you."

"You hope it was me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yea." He turned even redder as he admitted this.

With that I took his hand and smiled at him. "You should tell me why as we catch up to the others. They probably think we got lost or something."

When we got down to the others, some looked at us to our hands and then back at us. Some of them just smiled at us like they knew that this would happen eventually.

Well, that's how we started dating. By the time I graduated from school and then grad school, we were still together. We had considered getting married but that wasn't the best option for us at the time. Eventually we found careers in our respective fields. Shortly after we had bought a house together he popped the question and I of course said "Yes." Just like that we would spend forever together