A Guy Like Her

99% Of All Success Is Preparation

Chapter Two
-99% Of All Success Is Preparation-

A couple of days later Mark sent me an email telling me to meet him at the theatre at three o'clock the following afternoon. I was excited to do this, easiest A of my schooling career I would say. I skipped along the path towards the theatre, completely in my own world with The Kooks blasting in my ears.

'Uh-oh, I love her because she moves in her own way. Uh-oh-oh, she came to my show, just to hear about my day.'

As I sung to myself, I didn't notice the old man that had to side step around me while holding a big box and I really didn't notice the younger guy holding a bigger box that didn't have time to dodge me. We hit the ground... Well he did, I landed on top of him and t-shirts and jumpers went everywhere all around us on the footpath, as the box exploded, Floating to the ground like abnormally big leafs in the autumn.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, as I pushed myself up andoff him, taking my head phones out. He stood up and dusted off his stone washed jeans and then his chest that was wrapped up nicely in a bright red shirt. He was quite tall, probably a good half a foot taller than me, maybe 6'5" or 6'6''. I felt a little small for the first time in a while as he towered over my 5'11" self.
"It's okay," He grumbled.It wasn't, I could tell by the look on his face he was trying tohide."I felt like washing all these clothes again anyway." I blushed as I helped him pick up his clothes, his sarcastic statement confirming my thoughts. I handed over a pine green hoodie and a baby blue muscle shirt to him and tried not to blush again as he took them as I gave him a good once over,trying to get a good look at him.
His dirty blonde hair was in need of a good brushing and a trim, he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through it, so it'd sit on end and straight up an inch in the air. He had a bit of a half assed emo fringe that sat just above his bright green eyes.
"Sorry that was rude," he sighed after a moment."My name's Jake," he offered his name to me. "That's my dad, Jim."He threw his thumb over his shoulder.
"Hi Jake, Sorry Jim." I looked over Jakes shoulder and the old man nodded at me, they had the same nose and hair, although Jims was shorter, neater and grey-er. "My name is Lucy." I told him brushing my hair behind my ear, feeling awkward, watching him throw the last ofhis clothes back into the box. "Are you just moving onto campus?" I asked and Jake nodded, folding the flaps of the box back to close it up.
"Yeah, I'm a little late though," heshrugged.
"I'd say," I murmured. "I've been living on campus for about two weeks now."
"There was a stuff up with my paper work," Jakefrowned as he easily picked up his box with his nice, well toned arms. "I better let you get back to it then," he gave me a half smile and I smiled politely at him.
"It was nice to, uh... run into you...?" I trailed off and he chuckled.
"I might see you around soon, hey?"
"Yeah, next time I might see you before its too late," I laughed, winking at him, feeling bold. "Sorry again, good luck unpacking!"
"Thanks, I think I'll need it." I waved at the two men and put my head phones back in and started towards the theatre again.
He was cute. Really cute.
And if his dad was anything to go by, he wasn't going to get worse with age. I kicked myself soon after that I didn't find out what he was studying. I would fall over and die if he was, by chance, in one of my classes.

I was single, but hadn't been for long. Trent, my ex, and I decided to mutually split after he got into Uni back home and I had decided to further my horizons a little by moving out of the small town. We had spent the summer saying goodbye and separated on good terms at the end, he even drove down here with me and helped me move onto campus. It completely sucked that we broke up, but I was getting over it and the fact that we still spokefrequently made it easier because I wasn't going cold turkey, just weaning myself out of the relationship. When I was feeling lonely, I rung him up and we spoke until he cheered me up like he did so very well. I arrived at the theatre and let myself in, there was nobody around so I walked up to the reception desk and dinged the bell, waiting.