Once upon a time...
I was studying. That’s how I believe it all started anyway. It was late in the evening, and I was studying for my French test. I know, the language of love, supposedly.Well, for some reason this magical language hasn’t done much for me in the last three months.
My name is Arianne and I’m anineteen year old Harvard student. My major is foreign studies and I literally have absolutelyno social life.That’s right, no life. Does that seem strange to you? A student who goes to Harvard must be crazy rich and have a million friends, I know. But I’m not like that. I’m here on a volleyball scholarship, not on my daddy’s credit card.
My roommate decided to switch dorms the day before college started, so I’m in a room by myself. Having my own room can have its benefits, of course, but that’s what I’ve had my whole life. I wanted a change; for something exciting to happen in my life. So far, no good.
So here I was by myself, two days before my French test studying French Verbs and their conjugation, when a knock sounded at my dorm room door. Being alone in the room, I sighed and slowly made my way toward the knocking. I figured that if anyone was misfortunate enough to see me, then they definitely couldn’t bethat important.
I reached for the doorknob and opened the door, apparently abruptly because the young man who stood before me seemed to jump a little. As he looked at me I noticed something about his person that made me feel very nervous. Like, he was on edge so in turn, I was on edge as well. I was just about to scoff at his jumpiness when a ringing thought clicked in my head. There’s a guy at my dorm room door…
For the first time, I let my gaze go into ‘focus mode’ on his face. To say it simply, that was the biggest mistake, and yet the bestdecision of my life. Standing before me stood the most delectable, most delicious, savvy, gorgeous man that I had ever seen in my days on planet earth.
Sub-consciously, my ears heard someone ask if there was something I could do for him. Sub-consciously, I felt my head spinning and sub-consciously, I heard more than felt, my heart pumping against my fragile eardrums. Sub-consciously, I heard him answering me… and then I did it. I did the most stupid and ridiculous, annoying and absolutely the most amazing thing ever…I looked into his eyes. And I meanreally looked.
Like a forest, the deep green pools with occasional random brown speckles, completely overtook me. It was all that I could see, hear; feel. Those eyes, still sub-consciously being stared at, seemed to kidnap me into their depths and I felt that I was gone, for sure. They were insanely intruiging.
To this very day, I don’t understand how I managed to find my way out of that jungle, but after about two seconds, I snapped out of the trance he forced on me, and directed my attention on what he said. I almost cried in embarrassment when I realized that Ihad missed everything that he had just spoken. Feeling my cheeks burning at the stake with a crimson red, I shook my head slightly and asked him to repeat himself. It was then that a Forest Fire emerged from his lips as he smiled at me; oh, such a dizzying action.
“I said,” He repeated slowly, as if to make sure I didn’t miss a single word this time, “I’m Freddie. And I was told that I was going to be staying here; room 154?"
Again, my trance was lifted and I smiled in return, even laughing a little. It ended up sounding more like a burp or a hiccup then an actual giggle, but believe me; a giggle IS what I was going for!
"I think you're a little confused," I said, stifling a laugh. "This is room number one-hundred and fifty-three.” I grinned at Freddie again and pointed at the number on my door. “See?” I asked pathetically as his eyes followed my pointed finger.
I dropped my hand and shoved it into my pocket stiffly. I don’t know what was going on but for some reason, my body was out of control as soon as this door opened. It was like he was a negative charge and I was a positive; like I wanted him to be right next to me but there was an obvious resistance.
Freddie’s light brown hair was neatly combed into a perfect Faux-hawk, and the cut of his hair seemed to somehow outline his wide, masculine jaw perfectly. Following the jaw, came broad, strong shoulders and a casual grey/blue t-shirt with a subtle black leather jacket covering it. His jeans were tattered and dark, very dark blue, and he was wearing old, tattered converse. All in all, his appearance nearly took my breath away and I found myself removing my hand from my pocket, and onto my stomach. I felt as if the wind inside of me was forcefully knocked out by his green eyes.
Face blank, Freddie stared at the door number for almost a second longer and then looked at me. His face suddenly broke out into anotherheart-wrenching smile, and he shifted nervously. “Well what do you know, it sure is, isn’t…it?”
“Yup,” I offered, still pathetically and couldn’t help but notice the tall man with dark sunglasses that stood right behind Freddie. He wore a dress shirt along with dress pants and quite frankly he looked like a bodyguard of some sort.
Suddenly recovering from his awkwardness, Freddie loosened up and smiled apologetically.
“Well, my fault, I apologize,” he said suavely.
“It’s all good,” I replied, making sure he knew I forgave him. I suddenly had a feeling that it would be hard to deny this man forgiveness to anything.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you around then, huh?” he said. Inoted the tinge of hopefullness in his masculine voice, but shook off this feeling as a dog would water.
“Guess so,” I said laughing. I bit my lip, nervously and then suddenly realized that he didn’t have any luggage with him. Before he could walk away, “Hey, where’s all your stuff?” I wanted to take it back the minute I said it. I lowered my eyes to the floor and mentally punched myself for being such a nut-head.
Freddie looked at the ground behind him quickly. I wondered what he was doing. “Actually, I think I must have left it all in the lim-uh- truck. All in the truck, yeah. It’s…there.”
I smiled cheerfully. Something about this man really wanted to make me laugh. One minute he seemed so confident; the next, nothing but a nervous wreck. I wondered why…
“Well, welcome to Harvard, Freddie," I offered, still smiling.
“Thanks. See ya.”
“Okay.” I said, as nonchalantly as possible. “Bye.” Slowly but surely, I then closed the door. Away from his presence, away from his smile, and most importantly, away from his eyes. The door closed and I leaned against it, breath coming fast. I could still feel my heart beating. It was practically banging around in there like drums for goodness sakes! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. One of my bangs had fallen into my eyes and I somewhat shyly reached up and placed it back where it belonged, as the thought of his presence still lingered in my mind.
This had never happened to me before. Usually whenever I was around guys, I was confident and sometimes, even one of them. I could make jokes like them, laugh like them, and talk like them, heck even walk like them, but around this…this man… I could hardly talk, my laugh sounded like hiccups, my legs felt like jello and my heart beat wildly from within. Maybe I was coming down with something.
I was about to make my way back to my boring desk, when another knock sounded at my door. Hey, this is a record, two people in a matter of five minutes? I must be dreaming!
Slightly confused I opened the door again and, this time, it was my turn to jump a little. Standing before me was Freddie, again but his manner seemed to change in five seconds. He was grinning again and he looked somewhat shy all of a sudden. I looked at his face, not his eyes mind you, and waited for him to tell me what was up.
“Hey again,” he lamely offered.
“Hi. Did you forget something?” My smile must have broken hisshyness, because all at once he seemed more at ease.
“Actually yes, I did.”
“Oh?” I asked, wondering what on earth…
“I forgot to…to ask your name.” Freddie broke me out of my thinking and as soon as I heard this, I smiled. I felt my cheeks aflame again and told him, while laughing, “I’m Arianne.”
He grinned at this, as if excited by the mere mention of my name. “Well I’m…”
“Freddie,” I cut him off, still grinning. “I know. You told me remember?”
“Yes. I do. Now… I mean I remembered before but, um…” He seemed nervous again. This man was definitely entertaining.
I looked at the floor and blushed. Here I was, making a fool out of myself in front of this guy again. Thisnever happened! I must have looked retarded because, suddenly, Freddie waved his hand and walked away.
I shut the door on him for the second time that day and wondered what he thought of me. Slowly, dreamily, happier than I had been in months (for some reason…) I made my way back to my desk. Sitting down with a flop, I decided that I needed to concentrate on my studying. That was the only way I would get a decent grade…but something, somewhere inside of me were banging cymbals, and I couldn’t concentrate…. The sound they made? Freddie.