Conflicted

Impression

My alarm is the most obnoxious sound I've ever heard in this moment. I peel my eyes open and groggily reach my hand out to my night stand, groping blindly for my phone. Feeling the smooth rectangular shape, I pick it up and try to focus my eyes on the bright light. After a bit of blinking I clear the sleep from my eyes and slide the silence button. The time and date appears on my home screen.

8:48AM

Friday, September 24th

FUCK! How has my alarm been going off for so long?! I have it set for 7:00AM!

Before my brain could even process the movement of my limbs, I was already out of bed and throwing myself into the bathroom me and my four roommates share. I brushed my teeth inside the shower to save time, wrapped my long dark hair up in a towel to dry as I threw on some deodorant and dressed quickly into my shop overalls. In minutes I had twisted my hair into a damp French braid and snatched my bag off its hook on the wall. I flipped open my bedroom door and quite literally sprinted through the apartment.

"Good morning to you, too!" Sarah shouted as I was closing the door behind myself. No time for pleasantries this morning.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and rushed down the stairs of my building towards the parking garage. s**t, s**t, s**t! I cursed myself for being late. I've never been the type to show up late. I hate being the center of attention, and showing up this late to my shop class made up entirely of males meant I'd have a lot of attention on me. f*****g s**t! I got to my truck and yanked on the handle. Locked. In my tardiness-fueled frenzy I'd forgotten to unlock my doors.

"For f**k sakes!" I grumbled aloud to myself, fumbling in my bag for my keys. After thirty seconds of useless digging, I took a moment to pause, breath and shut my eyes. I needed to relax and get my s**t together. When I snapped my eyes open I saw a figure standing across from me in the parking garage, straight ahead, staring directly at me. I sucked in a deep breath, my God, she was beautiful.