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~Emily's POV~
I would’ve left the group meeting if Ashley wasn’t so hot. I felt really awkward when Jake and Josie, the other 2 people in the group presented multiple ideas and I didn’t have anything to contribute. I spent an hour and a half wondering if Andy wore mascara or if his eyelashes were really that perfect.
Luckily for me, the rest of the group had left when Ashley called me out on twirling my hair around my index finger and biting my lip while he was talking about his idea of an art project centered on the sexual revolution of the sixties. “Oh.” I blurted out, struggling to think up a lie. “That’s always interested me.”
I’d been daydreaming about Andy when the words ‘sexual revolution’ creeped into my ears and I started thinking of his abs. Specifically running my fingertips down his ribcage then massaging his hips with my hands while biting his bottom lip, maybe the room was illuminated by candles and there were rose petals on the bed.
“It had a huge impact on society.” Was one of the things Ashley said then paused, “You’re zoning out again.”
My mind wasn’t on tasting the soft spot behind Andy’s earlobe just now. “Absolutely.” I replied, “Huge impact.” I found myself looking at Ashley in a new light, did he have a girlfriend?
“Your mind is clearly elsewhere.” He broke into a half smile.
“Yeah. Wow, look at the time.” I said before I pulled my phone out and pressed the home button. That’s when I noticed the five texts from dad; I rolled my eyes and began reading them.
“I get the feeling you have an idea but didn’t want to say it.” Ashley leaned closer to me and the light caught his hair in a strange way that made me notice the thin, elongated curves of his lips.
“Abuse.” I said. Wow where did that come from? “I was thinking about a project on men trapped in abusive relationships, maybe a sculpture of a giant bitch holding a whip or something and a guy cowering in the corner in fear.” I said, clearly hating on Olivia.
“Interesting.” Ashley smiled. His face had a symmetrical perfection to it that I couldn’t stop staring at.
“But when you told me about this project I figured it should be fun, so let’s steer away from the dark stuff.” I said.
He shrugged and started packing his backpack. “There were some great ideas tonight.” His jacket moved just enough when he stuffed a notebook in his bag that I saw his bare arm, was that a tattoo?
I was biting my lip again. “Huh?”
He laughed a little. “I said there were some great ideas tonight.” He repeated, leaning on his arm. “Is something on your mind?” He added.
Suddenly Andy wasn’t so important. “Do you have a tattoo?” I interrupted.
His face lit up as he lifted open the left sleeve of his jacket just enough for me to see a star in black ink.
“Sweet” I said, sounding stupid. “I mean.” Shut up Em. “Far out.” Just stop talking.
He laughed. “Thanks.” He beamed. “So I’ll see you in class.” He almost sounded hopeful.
Heck yes you’ll see me in class. “Sure.” I nodded in agreement. No game at all Em, this is why you’re single.
“Have a good night Emily.” He stood up.
I began fangirling when he said my name. “Yeah, um, I’m not so great with names.” I lied to make conversation.
“Ashley. Marketing major.” He shook his head and held out his hand.
“Emily, Psychology. I mean eventually. I’m in general studies this year.” Why did I just tell him my name again? He nodded slowly as though he already knew this. Did we do group introductions earlier?
I bolted out of the cafeteria and back to my locker before my idiot mouth could say anything else without my brain’s permission and shoved the contents of my locker into my backpack in case I decided never to set foot on campus again. I leaned against my locker waiting for dad to text before I ran to the car as though I’d been so busy on campus that I had to -literally run- to the car.
“How was school?” Dad asked.
“Dad I’m not a kid anymore.” I grunted, folding my arms.
“How was University?” He asked in an official business man tone.
I sighed. “Fine dad.” I tilted my seat back and closed my eyes. “Can we go now?”
He sighed. “I’m worried about you.” He said.
“Ugh. You’re always worried.” I snapped.
“You’re working too hard.” His tone softened. “You have to pace yourself.” He advised. I couldn’t wait to get home and talk to Andy.
I would’ve left the group meeting if Ashley wasn’t so hot. I felt really awkward when Jake and Josie, the other 2 people in the group presented multiple ideas and I didn’t have anything to contribute. I spent an hour and a half wondering if Andy wore mascara or if his eyelashes were really that perfect.
Luckily for me, the rest of the group had left when Ashley called me out on twirling my hair around my index finger and biting my lip while he was talking about his idea of an art project centered on the sexual revolution of the sixties. “Oh.” I blurted out, struggling to think up a lie. “That’s always interested me.”
I’d been daydreaming about Andy when the words ‘sexual revolution’ creeped into my ears and I started thinking of his abs. Specifically running my fingertips down his ribcage then massaging his hips with my hands while biting his bottom lip, maybe the room was illuminated by candles and there were rose petals on the bed.
“It had a huge impact on society.” Was one of the things Ashley said then paused, “You’re zoning out again.”
My mind wasn’t on tasting the soft spot behind Andy’s earlobe just now. “Absolutely.” I replied, “Huge impact.” I found myself looking at Ashley in a new light, did he have a girlfriend?
“Your mind is clearly elsewhere.” He broke into a half smile.
“Yeah. Wow, look at the time.” I said before I pulled my phone out and pressed the home button. That’s when I noticed the five texts from dad; I rolled my eyes and began reading them.
“I get the feeling you have an idea but didn’t want to say it.” Ashley leaned closer to me and the light caught his hair in a strange way that made me notice the thin, elongated curves of his lips.
“Abuse.” I said. Wow where did that come from? “I was thinking about a project on men trapped in abusive relationships, maybe a sculpture of a giant bitch holding a whip or something and a guy cowering in the corner in fear.” I said, clearly hating on Olivia.
“Interesting.” Ashley smiled. His face had a symmetrical perfection to it that I couldn’t stop staring at.
“But when you told me about this project I figured it should be fun, so let’s steer away from the dark stuff.” I said.
He shrugged and started packing his backpack. “There were some great ideas tonight.” His jacket moved just enough when he stuffed a notebook in his bag that I saw his bare arm, was that a tattoo?
I was biting my lip again. “Huh?”
He laughed a little. “I said there were some great ideas tonight.” He repeated, leaning on his arm. “Is something on your mind?” He added.
Suddenly Andy wasn’t so important. “Do you have a tattoo?” I interrupted.
His face lit up as he lifted open the left sleeve of his jacket just enough for me to see a star in black ink.
“Sweet” I said, sounding stupid. “I mean.” Shut up Em. “Far out.” Just stop talking.
He laughed. “Thanks.” He beamed. “So I’ll see you in class.” He almost sounded hopeful.
Heck yes you’ll see me in class. “Sure.” I nodded in agreement. No game at all Em, this is why you’re single.
“Have a good night Emily.” He stood up.
I began fangirling when he said my name. “Yeah, um, I’m not so great with names.” I lied to make conversation.
“Ashley. Marketing major.” He shook his head and held out his hand.
“Emily, Psychology. I mean eventually. I’m in general studies this year.” Why did I just tell him my name again? He nodded slowly as though he already knew this. Did we do group introductions earlier?
I bolted out of the cafeteria and back to my locker before my idiot mouth could say anything else without my brain’s permission and shoved the contents of my locker into my backpack in case I decided never to set foot on campus again. I leaned against my locker waiting for dad to text before I ran to the car as though I’d been so busy on campus that I had to -literally run- to the car.
“How was school?” Dad asked.
“Dad I’m not a kid anymore.” I grunted, folding my arms.
“How was University?” He asked in an official business man tone.
I sighed. “Fine dad.” I tilted my seat back and closed my eyes. “Can we go now?”
He sighed. “I’m worried about you.” He said.
“Ugh. You’re always worried.” I snapped.
“You’re working too hard.” His tone softened. “You have to pace yourself.” He advised. I couldn’t wait to get home and talk to Andy.
It me.
12/6/21