me.
It isn’t long before my eyes drift close, and for a change, it isn’t dark chocolate-brown eyes I see, no, it’s the eyes that look almost exactly like my own. I see my mother and me, and try to remember what it felt like to be held, like I was something precious and dear. My thoughts are interrupted with the door opening and closing.
“Did I wake you?”
I sit up, “No, I was just thinking of my suck-ass day.” I smell the food wafting from the bag she’s holding and change the subject. I don’t want to think or talk about it anymore.
“Smells so good.” I say, my mouth-watering.
“I thought we might need a pick me up dinner after our first day of classes.”
I love how this girl thinks.
I stand up, grabbing some plates and utensils while Mac pulls the take out containers from the bag. We sit down at the table and talk the entire time, like two people that have known each other longer than the few days it’s been. I laugh and it’s genuine, and I’ve never felt more accepted. My phone buzzes and I get up to grab it hoping it isn’t the Warden. To my surprise it isn’t. It’s a number I don’t recognize until I read the message:
Hi, this is Zeke and now you have my number. Just in case you may have thrown it away because of my douchebaggery. I’m sorry again. I hope you have a good night and I’ll see you on Monday.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mac says. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just my new lab partner, Zeke.”
“Zeke, huh?” She says teasingly. “What’s he like, and more importantly, what does he look like?”
“Um, let’s see. He’s tall, dark and geeky-hot.”
She laughs, “Geeky, huh?”
“No, he’s not geeky,” I laugh. “He looks smart and he wears black rimmed glasses, and he’s got a nice body, as far as I can tell, anyway.” I place my finger on my lip and tap gently while I think. “Oh, and he wears Chuck Taylor’s.”
“That’s a point in my book,” Mac laughs. “He sounds hot, though.”
I think hard before answering, “He really is. He’s got longer dark brown hair that curls around the edges; he has one hell of a tan going on. But his eyes, his eyes are like dark chocolate.”
Mac looks at me and says, with all seriousness, “Even with his glasses on, you could see how dark his eyes were? Damn girl, you must have gotten close to him to notice such detail.”
I must be blushing, “I’ve maybe, possibly, ran into to him by accident, so I didn’t have a choice but to notice.”
“Do you like him, Ash? It sounds like there may be some interest there, especially if he just texted you. Me thinks it may go both ways.” She winks at me.
I chuckle nervously. I can’t even imagine, and I don’t think I can, or will, go there. The Warden would skin me alive if I let anyone, or anything, distract me from my studies.
Shudder the thought; insert sarcasm.
I honestly don’t need any distractions. Plus, I can’t imagine someone of the male sex seriously wanting to spend time with me; or wanting me for me. Most just want to do things to me.
I excuse myself, and veg out in my room for a few before going to bed. I don’t have class on Tuesday, so I’m going to spend it re-reading the chemistry chapters and my notes.
I’ve become a very unexciting person. Miranda would be completely embarrassed by me. It’s sad, but the thought makes me laugh. How is it, in such a short time, Mac is a better friend than Miranda ever was? I think about my past behavior and I’m floored beyond belief.
I never want to be that person again. I never want to pull those stunts, and be the girl who would hit on another girl’s guy. I refuse to be the old Ashley. I look at myself as new and improved; or at least trying to improve. I’m not her anymore. My mind briefly drifts to Professor Forrester, and what the old Ashley would have done. I wouldn’t have given two shits about him being a teacher. I so would have gone there. I’m ashamed, and that’s
It isn’t long before my eyes drift close, and for a change, it isn’t dark chocolate-brown eyes I see, no, it’s the eyes that look almost exactly like my own. I see my mother and me, and try to remember what it felt like to be held, like I was something precious and dear. My thoughts are interrupted with the door opening and closing.
“Did I wake you?”
I sit up, “No, I was just thinking of my suck-ass day.” I smell the food wafting from the bag she’s holding and change the subject. I don’t want to think or talk about it anymore.
“Smells so good.” I say, my mouth-watering.
“I thought we might need a pick me up dinner after our first day of classes.”
I love how this girl thinks.
I stand up, grabbing some plates and utensils while Mac pulls the take out containers from the bag. We sit down at the table and talk the entire time, like two people that have known each other longer than the few days it’s been. I laugh and it’s genuine, and I’ve never felt more accepted. My phone buzzes and I get up to grab it hoping it isn’t the Warden. To my surprise it isn’t. It’s a number I don’t recognize until I read the message:
Hi, this is Zeke and now you have my number. Just in case you may have thrown it away because of my douchebaggery. I’m sorry again. I hope you have a good night and I’ll see you on Monday.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mac says. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just my new lab partner, Zeke.”
“Zeke, huh?” She says teasingly. “What’s he like, and more importantly, what does he look like?”
“Um, let’s see. He’s tall, dark and geeky-hot.”
She laughs, “Geeky, huh?”
“No, he’s not geeky,” I laugh. “He looks smart and he wears black rimmed glasses, and he’s got a nice body, as far as I can tell, anyway.” I place my finger on my lip and tap gently while I think. “Oh, and he wears Chuck Taylor’s.”
“That’s a point in my book,” Mac laughs. “He sounds hot, though.”
I think hard before answering, “He really is. He’s got longer dark brown hair that curls around the edges; he has one hell of a tan going on. But his eyes, his eyes are like dark chocolate.”
Mac looks at me and says, with all seriousness, “Even with his glasses on, you could see how dark his eyes were? Damn girl, you must have gotten close to him to notice such detail.”
I must be blushing, “I’ve maybe, possibly, ran into to him by accident, so I didn’t have a choice but to notice.”
“Do you like him, Ash? It sounds like there may be some interest there, especially if he just texted you. Me thinks it may go both ways.” She winks at me.
I chuckle nervously. I can’t even imagine, and I don’t think I can, or will, go there. The Warden would skin me alive if I let anyone, or anything, distract me from my studies.
Shudder the thought; insert sarcasm.
I honestly don’t need any distractions. Plus, I can’t imagine someone of the male sex seriously wanting to spend time with me; or wanting me for me. Most just want to do things to me.
I excuse myself, and veg out in my room for a few before going to bed. I don’t have class on Tuesday, so I’m going to spend it re-reading the chemistry chapters and my notes.
I’ve become a very unexciting person. Miranda would be completely embarrassed by me. It’s sad, but the thought makes me laugh. How is it, in such a short time, Mac is a better friend than Miranda ever was? I think about my past behavior and I’m floored beyond belief.
I never want to be that person again. I never want to pull those stunts, and be the girl who would hit on another girl’s guy. I refuse to be the old Ashley. I look at myself as new and improved; or at least trying to improve. I’m not her anymore. My mind briefly drifts to Professor Forrester, and what the old Ashley would have done. I wouldn’t have given two shits about him being a teacher. I so would have gone there. I’m ashamed, and that’s
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