When I woke up the morning after the tour, my head was reeling. Needless to say the hammering coming from the kitchen wasn't helping.
"HEY!" I yelled from my bed, "Keep it down will you?"
"Sorry Ardor, sweetie."
My Grandma whisked to my doorway
"Your Grandfather is just fixing the cabinet in the kitchen like I asked him to—"
She was interrupted by the phone ringing. Instead of picking it up, Grandma just let it ring. Continuing where she left off, "Last year, he's just now getting around to it and I think he will be done soon, but knowing him he'll take three hours just to find the right bolt."
I knew that if I didn't cut her off she would talk for hours and I wanted to see if I could catch Gene at the college (if he did indeed go there) not to mention I had Into to Psych at noon and it was currently ten-thirty AM.
"That’s great, Nana."
I got up and kissed her on the cheek before dancing down the hallway saying, "I'll be in the shower, you know have to get ready for my first college class and all." I gave her the biggest fake smile I could muster before I closed the door behind me. Alone in the bathroom I frowned at my reflection. I wandered to the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could without getting first-degree burns. Careful to avoid the mirror, I stripped and stepped in the shower.
*At the college*
I looked around for Gene eager for him to see my outfit, it was sure to knock his socks off, because so far its knocked the wind out of my grandfather (who ordered me to change, which I ignored) , The creepy old mailman, my gay neighbor Jeff, the public bus driver, and Six different strange men who catcalled me as I was walking. To be honest, I didn't know what people saw in me I was one hundred and twenty-five pounds of pure awkward skinniness, though I was blessed with the unusual skinny girl c-cup and curves.
I looked for as long as I could without being late to my class, but it's not like I could concentrate anyway my mind was plagued with questions about Gene, and the biggest one was WHY DO I CARE ABOUT GENE? He was mostly rude to me during the tour, and he was obviously a liar since he didn't actually attend the school. Lucky him, he would probably be up in his apartment somewhere playing video games (because he seemed like the type.) while I am unpacking and maybe grabbing some pizza from that neat little Pizzeria diner place a block from the school.
*after school*
The pizzeria smelled of grease as I ordered. Little did I know that the strange noise I heard behind me was none other than the person who since our brief encounter (and the reason I'm dressed in this revealing lime green cami and black skinny jeans) Was making a beeline straight for me.
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