Chapter 1
The first time I saw her, I thought, God she is so beautiful. The long brown hair that sweeps across her backside, the front constantly falling in her eyes causing her to sweep it back to the side or jerk her head to move it out of the way.
Long sexy legs that stretch on forever, a nice round butt that is begging to be caressed. Even the long, knee length cardigan can't hide the curves hidden beneath. Her skin is beautifully tanned and I crave to see where her tan lines are, or if they even exist at all.
I watch her every chance I get. A calm peace settles over me just knowing that she is on this campus somewhere. Somewhere, laughing, somewhere sleeping, somewhere showering.
As I watch her right now, she is leaning against the wall with one leg bent, foot on the wall, gripping her books against her ample breasts. She reaches up and rubs her eyes, as she laughs at something someone said.
God, I have never even been close enough to her to notice the color of her eyes. Just the thought of being in the same room with her takes my breath away, my heart races until I feel I will pass out. But for right now I am content just being able to look upon her beauty from afar.
But some day...some day.
"Who are you eye fucking?" arms wrap around my neck from behind.
"Not you bitch," I laugh, as Corey, my best friend, rolls down beside me laughing, laying his big head in my lap.
"Oh, you wound me!" he laughs, clutching his heart.
Corey is a Drama Major, Theatrical Arts, and he proves his talents every day having written and directed several plays in the last three years. While working on a piece, he wears the most outlandish clothes depicting the story. He says he lives his plays. I think he's just a big ape, but I love him anyway.
I am an Art Major. I hope to be on the same level as Rembrandt or Picasso some day, but without the going crazy part. I am rarely without my sketch pad or paint permanently staining my finger nails.
I have watched her so much, that I could draw her in my sleep. Her image is burned into my mind. And yet, I have never been within fifty feet of her. If she were to look in my direction, I'm quite sure I would burst into flames. I have never had these feelings about anyone, anyone at all.
"You are coming tonight right?" his humor turns serious.
"Why?" I tease.
"You know why. I can't go on if you're not front and center."
"You know I will," I lean over and kiss him. Not in a sexual way, no tongue and all that, just a kiss between friends.
"You've been smoking again!" I snap.
"I brushed before I came down!"
"I don't care. You said you were going to quit!"
"My vape was dead, and you know how I get when I'm nervous!"
"That's not an excuse," I slap the top of his head.
"Do you still love me?" he pulls the pouty face.
"No."
"Do you still love me?"
"No!"
He rolls into me, knocking me on my back and starts tickling me.
"Do..you..still.. love..me?"
"Yes!" I scream. "Yes, yes, yes!"
He kisses me. "I know you do," he rolls back smiling, as I lay there gasping for breath.
"Do you know for certain he will be there tonight?" I roll to face him.
"Yeah. They sent a confirmation E-mail this morning."
"I'm so happy for you. Corey Munne, actor/writer/director," I wink at him.
"I'm scared Emmet, I mean piss my pants scared."
"You have nothing to worry about Corey, your brilliant, every one here loves you."
"Yeah, but he's not everyone here, he's from New York, he's the real thing. God, please don't let me fuck this up!" he covers his face and sighs loudly.
"You'll be great," I kissed the tip of his nose sticking out between his hands.
"I do love you Emmet."
"I love you Corey."
"Okay, enough of the lovely dovey shit. So, who were you eye fucking when I got here?"
I quickly looked over to where she was standing. She's gone. Damn it!
"No one," I start gathering my things.
"Emmet, it's okay to like someone you know," he lifts my chin.
"I have told you a thousand times, I don't work like that."
"Yeah, yeah, your Asexual, I know, but.."
"No buts, it ain't going to happen," I stand, dusting my ass off and grabbing my bag.
"I'll let you in on a secret."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I'm A-sexual intellectual," he starts laughing.
"I know, a fucking know it all!"
He starts back stepping. "I gotta go, tonight?"
"Tonight," I nod and look back to where I last saw her. Oh well, I have to get to my studio slot, I'm booked for two hours.
The time goes by too quickly when I get in the zone. When I lock in, I can paint for hours on end. It takes over, possesses me. I am completely oblivious to the world around me.
The buzzer sounds, indicating my time is up. I look at the clock with disappointment. I look at my work, I was at a crucial point, I hate to leave it, but other people have booked it behind me. I drop the cloth over it and roll it to the side of the room, quickly cleaning up my supplies as someone walks.
"Good set?"
"Always," I smile at the man.
"Have you picked your model for the finals?"
"No, no not yet," I smile and sling my bag over my shoulder.
"Good night," I said heading for the door.
"Yeah night," I hear, punching the switch on the door.
I have to get a shower and get dressed for Corey's performance, but first I want to stop and get a raisin muffin and a coffee to munch on. Just before I get to the shop, the door opens and she steps out. I freeze in my tracks, holding my breath. I was that close to running into her, being in the same room with her.
I watch silently as she walks away in the other direction. I released the breath I had been holding. Thank you God. Grabbing the muffin and coffee, I stop on a bench and wolf it down. I look at my phone, it's getting late, I'll have to hurry.
The hall is chilly as I leave a steaming shower, just wrapped in a towel. Scrubbing my head with a towel, I open the door to my dorm room and freeze.
"Can I help you?"
"This is how you see me?"
She is in my room, gazing around at the multitude of sketches and paintings pinned to the walls.
I stop breathing, my heart stops beating, I think I'm going to faint. Then she turns around. She has the biggest green eyes, like Emeralds. The expression on her face is just...just. I can't explain it. It's like she's... in love. The softness of her face, the rise and fall of her breast with every breath she takes.
No longer buried beneath that long cardigan, she is wearing shorts, a mid-drift T-shirt and flip flops. She has her hair pulled to the side in a long braided rope. But when I see a suitcase standing next to her, it shocks me back to reality.
I lower my head and head for the closet. "What are you doing here? In my room?" I fumble around trying to pull a t-shirt from the hanger and pick up some panties and shorts from the shelf.
She's quiet. I turn to look at her. She's looking at me, just looking. I throw my clothes on and speak up.
"Well?"
"I uh, they were supposed to send you an E-mail letting you know I was coming," she stammers, still staring at me.
"They who?" I pick up my phone, scrolling through the messages.
"Administration. We had a major water leak and they are pairing us up with other students that have beds available until they take care of it. You got me."
I found the E-mail. I was in class when it came through. I flop down on my bed reading it. God is punishing me for something. I look up at her still just standing in the middle of the room. My brain and tongue have lost the line of communication in the last ten seconds.
"Hi, I'm Bree," she holds her hand out to me. I look at it as if it's something about to devour me.
"Emmet," I nod. I can't touch her, it would end me.
"Is that your first or last name?"
"Just Emmet," I pull my sneakers on and run my fingers through my short messy hair.
"Okay Emmet. May I move some things from the bed?"
The bed? She's going to sleep here? In the same room?
