Shattereddreams
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Every Monday morning I dreaded the fact that I had a six period day ahead of me at Uni. I was a Freshmen, and it was my first semester. Friends, still had none. Classes, long and uncomfortable. Professors, rough and strict. Everything that looked beautiful on the outside of the brown marbled six building college was balanced by an ugly interior of bitchy students wrapped up in the concept of popularity and " The Status Quo." A concept that should have stayed in high school.
So there I was on the sixth floor, looking out the window at our large tennis court, watching the tennis team run around in tiny shorts, when this boy walked into class.
He was tall, well built into a perfect balance between muscled and slim. Not a twink but not a bear. His oily green eyes complimented his tanned skin perfectly. This guy was stunning and the bright lighting of the 1 p.m sun helped exaggerate the pinkness of his lips.
I was in awe!
That quickly disappeared.
The boy had an attitude problem. He was extremely hostile to anyone that got in his way. He was ignorant and I did not like him at all. The moment the teacher asked him why he was late, the boy retaliated with, “What’s it you?” He copied my answers and always sat next to me since he’s always late and I’m always at the back of the class where he liked sitting and all the seats on the other side were always full.
What I found really disturbing was how none of the teachers even dared to punish him. It’s like they were afraid of him. He had this terrifying look in his eyes that always screamed out, “I’m going to kill you.” It’s almost as if the only reason he was there was to scare people.
Regardless of what a major asshole he was, girls still obsessed over him! All eyes are always on him. He was undeniably hot and had the whole bad boy thing going for him, and bad boys usually have this stereotyped charm that Hollywood likes to depict in movies. We’ve all seen the ‘bad boy turned good boy for the love of a woman’ themed films. It seemed every girl on campus wanted that too.
Avoiding him as much as possible seemed to be the right thing to do, only I couldn’t do that anymore because our Biology teacher wanted him together with this other girl and me to attend special after school lessons to catch up on what we missed in the first semester since we were all second semester Freshmen.
He didn’t attend the first three times we had a class, but then showed up for the fourth and was very like his usual self and spent most of the class listening to his iPod.
After class, there were very few students left on campus and it was just him and me who went to the parking lot. My home was fifteen minutes away but the route I usually take would be too crowded by now so I decided to take another one. One where you’d drive through a forest. A road was paved specially for cars but ever since there was an incident with wolves a few years ago, people were advised not to go through there anymore; however few ignored the warning and I was one of the few.
Unfortunately, I should have listened when they said it was dangerous because there was a fallen tree which I tried driving over but I burst a tire and my car was stuck.
So now I was all alone, twenty minutes into the forest with very bad cell reception and it was 6:30 p.m so it will get dark soon.
Scared, cold, and annoyed, I decided to start walking when I heard a loud laugh coming from behind me.
It was him. The bad boy from Biology. He stood there with a cigarette in his hand staring at me with what seemed to be an evil smile. His car was parked behind him and judging from his bloodshot eyes that cigarette wasn’t just a nicotine one.
“What are you doing here?” He asked
“Um, my car, It um, it’s stuck”
Awkward pause.
“Well come on, let’s get it out”
Confused and exhausted, I decided to just go with the flow.
The next hour was tantalizing. We pushed and pushed and pushed until we finally got the car off the branch. We had sweat down to our feet. I had a spare tire which he changed for me and now it was him and I sitting in the car, exhausted and sweaty but everything was beautifully moonlit.
It was strange that we did not say a word to each other the entire time we were fixing the car. Lots of grunting and moaning as we lift and push, but no words at all. And now were just sitting there.
“ Thank you, for helping me”
No reply.
“It was really nice, I don’t know what I would ha”
But before I could finish my sentence he gets out of the car. I follow.
“Wait!”
He turns around.
“What’s your problem?”
He just stood there.
“You just spent over an hour saving me from having to sleep in the woods tonight, I’m trying to thank you.”
“I helped you so you wouldn’t tell anyone I was smoking up.”
Finally a sentence I thought.
“Couldn’t you have just threatened me?”
“I don’t hit women”
The insult hit home. It seemed the boy has picked up on my sexuality even though I don’t have a feminine bone in my body.
He got in his car, and drove away.
That night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about the experience I had.
Chapter 2 coming soon.
So there I was on the sixth floor, looking out the window at our large tennis court, watching the tennis team run around in tiny shorts, when this boy walked into class.
He was tall, well built into a perfect balance between muscled and slim. Not a twink but not a bear. His oily green eyes complimented his tanned skin perfectly. This guy was stunning and the bright lighting of the 1 p.m sun helped exaggerate the pinkness of his lips.
I was in awe!
That quickly disappeared.
The boy had an attitude problem. He was extremely hostile to anyone that got in his way. He was ignorant and I did not like him at all. The moment the teacher asked him why he was late, the boy retaliated with, “What’s it you?” He copied my answers and always sat next to me since he’s always late and I’m always at the back of the class where he liked sitting and all the seats on the other side were always full.
What I found really disturbing was how none of the teachers even dared to punish him. It’s like they were afraid of him. He had this terrifying look in his eyes that always screamed out, “I’m going to kill you.” It’s almost as if the only reason he was there was to scare people.
Regardless of what a major asshole he was, girls still obsessed over him! All eyes are always on him. He was undeniably hot and had the whole bad boy thing going for him, and bad boys usually have this stereotyped charm that Hollywood likes to depict in movies. We’ve all seen the ‘bad boy turned good boy for the love of a woman’ themed films. It seemed every girl on campus wanted that too.
Avoiding him as much as possible seemed to be the right thing to do, only I couldn’t do that anymore because our Biology teacher wanted him together with this other girl and me to attend special after school lessons to catch up on what we missed in the first semester since we were all second semester Freshmen.
He didn’t attend the first three times we had a class, but then showed up for the fourth and was very like his usual self and spent most of the class listening to his iPod.
After class, there were very few students left on campus and it was just him and me who went to the parking lot. My home was fifteen minutes away but the route I usually take would be too crowded by now so I decided to take another one. One where you’d drive through a forest. A road was paved specially for cars but ever since there was an incident with wolves a few years ago, people were advised not to go through there anymore; however few ignored the warning and I was one of the few.
Unfortunately, I should have listened when they said it was dangerous because there was a fallen tree which I tried driving over but I burst a tire and my car was stuck.
So now I was all alone, twenty minutes into the forest with very bad cell reception and it was 6:30 p.m so it will get dark soon.
Scared, cold, and annoyed, I decided to start walking when I heard a loud laugh coming from behind me.
It was him. The bad boy from Biology. He stood there with a cigarette in his hand staring at me with what seemed to be an evil smile. His car was parked behind him and judging from his bloodshot eyes that cigarette wasn’t just a nicotine one.
“What are you doing here?” He asked
“Um, my car, It um, it’s stuck”
Awkward pause.
“Well come on, let’s get it out”
Confused and exhausted, I decided to just go with the flow.
The next hour was tantalizing. We pushed and pushed and pushed until we finally got the car off the branch. We had sweat down to our feet. I had a spare tire which he changed for me and now it was him and I sitting in the car, exhausted and sweaty but everything was beautifully moonlit.
It was strange that we did not say a word to each other the entire time we were fixing the car. Lots of grunting and moaning as we lift and push, but no words at all. And now were just sitting there.
“ Thank you, for helping me”
No reply.
“It was really nice, I don’t know what I would ha”
But before I could finish my sentence he gets out of the car. I follow.
“Wait!”
He turns around.
“What’s your problem?”
He just stood there.
“You just spent over an hour saving me from having to sleep in the woods tonight, I’m trying to thank you.”
“I helped you so you wouldn’t tell anyone I was smoking up.”
Finally a sentence I thought.
“Couldn’t you have just threatened me?”
“I don’t hit women”
The insult hit home. It seemed the boy has picked up on my sexuality even though I don’t have a feminine bone in my body.
He got in his car, and drove away.
That night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about the experience I had.
Chapter 2 coming soon.
