Mason's Girl

four

As Becca stepped back into her red lace panties, I began to ask myself what I was doing. I had met a great girl – a perfect girl – who I maybe actually had a chance with, and I was still sleeping with a girl I hardly cared about. I had sworn to myself I would sleep with her, but that was it. So why was I still doing it?

Maybe it was because, deep down, I felt like I didn’t have a shot with Mia. She almost seemed too good for me. And, coming from me, that’s really saying something. Not that she’s too pretty for me, but more like I’m too much of a douche for me. As soon as she got to talking about me and heard about my reputation, she wouldn’t even give me a chance.

“So,” Becca clears her throat, breaking my thought. I jolt my head toward her. “I’m gonna get going.”

“What?” I say, rather surprised. Here I am thinking that this girl is falling in love with me, or some shit. Is she the one hitting and running?

“Really Cody?” she asks, looking at me dumbfounded, “Isn’t that what you want?”

“What do you mean?” I ask her, feeling stumped.

“Oh God,” she gasps, sitting back down, “Do you actually like me?”

“Uh-“ I mutter, but she interrupts me before I have a chance to answer.

“Oh Cody,” she smiles, touching my leg, “That’s sweet, but… I kinda thought we were just having sex.”

“Well, yeah,” I spit back, trying to hold back my smile. Thank god this girl didn’t let me answer, because I had no idea how to tell her I don’t like her.

“Besides, I got an eight AM-“

“Oh yeah!” I interrupt her, more excitedly than I mean to. “Tomorrow is Wednesday!” I can’t remember the last time I actually looked forward to a class just to see a girl. Probably not since middle school. Not since I learned what sex was.

“Yeah…” She fades off, standing back to her feet and walking toward my dorm door, “Okay, I’ll see you around.” And she leaves without saying another word.

So I may have screwed things up with the girl I had a physical crush on. But it was worth it for a girl I was actually feeling something for.

The alarm goes off Wednesday morning, and this time it’s not as painful. I turn it off before Mason can bitch, and instantly pull myself out of bed. I take a little more time getting ready this morning. I take time in the shower, and I take time brushing my teeth. I take all the time in the world so that every piece of me can smell good. I even shave. And that’s saying a lot, because I don’t think I’ve ever shaved in the morning.

I probably should have watched my time though. By the time I deemed myself good enough for Mia, it was nearly eight o’clock, and I knew I would be late.

And late I was. I came running into the classroom almost ten after eight, and the classroom was nearly full. I saw Mia sitting in the same seat from Monday, but this time the seat next to her was taken. Taken by another guy, to make matters worse.