Always waiting

chapter 3

-someone-

Pushing my epic fail of a morning out of the way, I entered Whitehall and took the first set of steps to the right. The hallway upstairs used to be crowded with students ready for the rooms to empty. I threaded through the laughing groups, dodging some who nevertheless seemed 1/2 asleep. Finding an empty spot throughout from my classroom, I sat down in opposition to the wall and crossed my legs. I ran my fingers over my jeans, excited to be beginning history. Most humans would be bored to tears in History 101, however it was once my first class in my major.

And if I acquired lucky, five years from now, I'd be working in a silent and cool museum or library, cataloguing ancient texts or artifacts. Not the most glamorous of professions, but it would be perfect for me.

Better than what I used to prefer to be, which was a expert dancer in New York.

Yet some other factor Mom had to be disenchanted over. All that cash thrown at ballet training considering I was historical enough to stroll was once wasted after I became fourteen.

I did leave out it though, the calming impact dancing had delivered on. I just could not deliver myself to ever do it again.

"Girl, what are you doing sitting on the floor?"

My head jerked up and a smile broke out throughout my face when I noticed the wide, brilliant smile stretching throughout the caramel tone of Jacob Massey's boyishly, good-looking face. We'd buddied up at some stage in freshman orientation final week and he was in my next class, plus artwork on Tuesday's and Thursday's. I'd right away warmed to his outgoing personality.

I glanced at the highly-priced looking jeans he wore, recognizing the tailor-made cut. "It's satisfied down here. You should join me."

"Hell no. I don't desire my first-rate ass to be tainted through sitting on that floor." He propped a hip in opposition to the wall beside me and grinned. "Wait. What are you doing here already? I idea you had a category at nine."

"You remember that?" We'd exchanged schedules for like a half a 2nd remaining week.

He winked. "I have a horrifying memory for matters that are genuinely useless to me."

I laughed. "Good to know."

"So did you pass already? You bad, awful girl."

Wincing, I shook my head. "Yes, but I was once running late, and I hate going into a study room after type starts, so I wager my first day will be Wednesday if I do not drop it earlier than then."

"Drop it? Girl, don't be stupid. Astronomy is a cake class. I would've taken it if it hadn't crammed up in two seconds flat when all the damn upperclassman took the class."

"Well, you did not almost kill a man in a hallway racing to class-a guy who occurs to also be in stated cake class."

"What?" His darkish eyes widened with interest and he started out to kneel down. Someone caught his attention. "Hold on a sec, Jenny ." Then he commenced waving his arm and jumping. "Yo! Brittany. Get your ass over here!"

A brief blonde girl jerked to a stop in the center of the hall and became towards us, her cheeks flushing, however she smiled as she saw Jacob hopping around. She cut her way over, stopping in the front of us.

"Brittany, this is Jenny ." Jacob beamed. "Jenny , this is Brittany. Say hi."

"Hi," Brittany said, giving me a little wave.

I waved back. "Hey."

"Jenny is about to tell us how she almost killed a man in a hallway. Thought you would like to hear the story too."

I winced, but the spark of interest in Brittany's brown eyes was type of humorous as she regarded at me. "Do tell," she said, smiling.

"Well, I in reality didn't almost kill someone," I said, sighing. "But it was once shut and it was once so, so embarrassing."

"Embarrassing memories are the best," Jacob threw out, kneeling down.

Brittany laughed. "That is true."

"Spill it, sister."

I tucked my hair lower back and lowered my voice so the whole hall didn't revel in my humiliation. "I was once strolling late to astronomy and I sort of ran thru the double doorways on the 2d floor. I wasn't watching the place I was once going and I plowed into this terrible man in the hallway."

"Yikes." A sympathetic looked crossed Brittany's face.

"Yikes." A sympathetic looked crossed Brittany's face.

"Yeah, and I mean, I almost knocked him over. I dropped my stuff. Books and pens flew everywhere. It used to be particularly epic."

Jacob's eyes gleamed with humor. "Was he hot?"

"What?"

"Was he hot?" he repeated as he smoothed a hand via his cropped hair. "'Cuz if he used to be hot, you should've used it to your benefit. That could've end up the pleasant ice breaker in history. Like you two ought to fall madly in love and you get to inform anybody how you plowed him earlier than he absolutely plowed you."

"Oh, my God." I felt a acquainted warmth go my cheeks. "Yeah, he used to be honestly good-looking."

"Oh no," stated Brittany, who appeared to be the only other man or woman to apprehend how a hot guy made the situation all the extra embarrassing. I guess you wanted a v****a to apprehend that, due to the fact Jacob seemed even greater extremely joyful through the news.

"So inform me what this good-looking man sweet looked like? This is a want to comprehend sort of detail."

Part of me didn't want to say, due to the fact questioning about Clint made me about a thousand distinct stages of uncomfortable . "Uh… well, he was once absolutely tall and properly built, I guess."

"How do you recognize he was once well built? Did you experience him up, too?"

I laughed as Brittany shook her head. "I critically ran into him, Jacob. And he caught me. I wasn't feeling him up on purpose, but he appeared like he had a suitable body." I shrugged. "Anyway, he had dark, wavy hair. Longer than yours, form of messy however in a-"

"Damn, girl, if you say messy in a I-don't-care-I'm-a-sexy-beast kind of way, I want to run into this guy."

Brittany giggled. "Love hair like that.

I wondered if my face looked as hot as it felt. "Yeah, it was like that. He was really gorgeous and his eyes were so blue they looked-"

"Wait," Brittany gasped, her own eyes widening. "Were his eyes like so blue they almost look fake? And did he smell like really good? I know that sounds creepy and weird, but just answer the question."

That was kind of creepy and weird and really funny. "Yes to both."

"Holy s**t on a shoe." Brittany let out a loud laugh. "Did you get his name?"

I was starting to get worried, because Jacob also had this dawning expression on his face. "Yeah, why?"

Brittany elbowed Jacob and then she lowered her voice. "Was it Clinton Morgan?