Vent ...

In Huygen's theory on rectilinear propagation, one must understand…

WTF?

Rectilinear propagation?

No way, someone's got to be kidding me.

There is no way in hell someone would use a word like that, to describe the idea that light travels in straight lines. It's unnatural; it should at least be in some biology textbook explaining some painful procedure that involves a camera and a probe.

Concentrate, lab due on Monday.

In Huygen's theory on rectilinear propagation one must understand that at this time he could not explain this idea due to…

Screw it.

I had been starring at the same paragraph for the past half-an-hour trying to distract my mind from the problem at hand. The one problem that didn't have to do with rectilinear propagation or the magical world of Huygen's wave theory. No, it was much more serious then that.

I had a crush.

Sad, I know, I thought once I got past my awkward teenage years I would be free of those speech impedimenting disasters. I was in university now; I knew how to handle myself around men, even really attractive ones that made my heart race and my palms sweat.

Damn.

I think I have reverted back to my time spent as a fourteen year old girl, hoping that every look meant something. At fifteen I had a taste of reality and became the cynical hermit I am today, the best thing, I believe, that could have ever happened to me.

Woe is me; I shall never meet my Prince Charming.

Just kidding. But, Oh! How he looked at me when we first met, if only I could return to that time!

Wow, I seriously need some help, but anyways, cue dramatic sigh and wave sequence.


Five Months ago


Here I was, all alone, only my physics homework to warm me during these cold winter nights. I was currently locked in my room, snuggled up in my blankets trying to figure out what the hell a quark was. There was a party raging up stairs and I could hear the movements of people in various states of inebriation bumbling around outside trying to find their way back to their dorm rooms.

I had been blessed with a vent that allowed me to hear everything that was happening in the dorm above me, and trust me, it wasn't pretty. I fully decided that, if ever, I find myself a boyfriend, he would have never entered that room. I never knew before this point how dirty a guys mind was, or how long a discussion on how long a males, ummm, appendage, could last.

Trust me; it can last for a very, very long time.

"DAMN," I screamed, as the loud, pulsating music caused me to screw up yet another diagram. I felt the need to grab my broom and start banging on the ceiling (á la Friends), but my dignity kept me from completely turning into a raging hermit. I did the next best thing.

I stormed up the stairs, weaving in and out of the drunken hordes, avoiding some men's leering stares, and trying to remember why exactly I had kept my prince frog pyjama bottoms on.

"11, 12, 13, 14 - this is it!" I said out loud, receiving an odd glance from a couple of people.

"Thud, Thud!" the door rang out as I took out my annoyance on the thin piece of wood, alerting the owners of my presence.

The door swung open revealing a ravishing young gentleman and the partying hordes behind him.

Crap, I have reverted into Victorian romance novel speech, again.

"Can I help you?" He asked, confused at my apparel for the party, as pyjamas don't really scream, "Party on dude!"

Right, think of something to say, work mind, work.

"Ummm, would you mind keeping it down?" I asked, chewing nervously on my lower lip. "My ummm, dorm is right below yours and I can't get any work done." I continued, berating myself for sounding like a complete loser. He, though, didn't to seen to notice as he appeared to be staring at me, well more specifically at my pyjama bottoms.

Cough.

"Have I met you before?" he asked.

Let me think…Oh I know where he recognises me from, I remember that red hair (no, nothing dirty… on my part).

"Ya, you slept with my roommate."

And you guys kicked me out of my bed and forced me to sleep in the bathtub.

"Oh, where did you sleep?"

"In the bathtub."

"Sorry about that," he said timidly, running his fingers through his auburn hair. I had to keep myself from drooling.

"Right, I must be off, lots of physics to tackle, well not physically like a football player or anything, just with a pen and stuff…" I rambled on, slowly backing away from the entrance.

"Well, goodbye," I said before turning around and heading towards the stairwell.

Ok, now time to escape before too much embarrassment happens.

"I never caught your name," he called out as I left.

"I never threw it."

"Oh," he said sounding disappointed, turning towards the interior of his room.

"Leigh," I responded before disappearing into the stair well.

And that was my first encounter with him.


I hoped you guys enjoyed that. I'm looking for a beta-reader cause I am terrible at grammer. Anyways, until next time.