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“Yeah, just you and me. Getting to know each other. Not seeing other people,” he explained.
“I know what exclusive means. But we’re not boyfriend or girlfriend, right? I just don’t have time for that right now,” I said.
“Yeah, exclusive. Cool. For now.” His smile was so wide. The show of his pearly whites blinded me.
Zander
Other women thought I was a great catch. Key words: other women. Sedona was a different story.
We had tons of fun in bed. Outside of it, she was salt to a man’s bleeding ego.
I became well-acquainted with the furniture in her apartment. I came to her place every other day, but she was always busy writing papers and shit. She came out of her room for maybe 30 minutes or so,chatted with me for a few minutes, kissed me, and then disappeared. “Tons of papers to write,” she reasoned. I often ended up hanging out with her roommates.
She was ok with ‘exclusive’. She wasn’t, however, cool with having our pictures blasted in that Chatty Pepper’s website again.
Kieran’s father had informed her that legal action could not be taken against the website because technically, the public contributed the photos to the site. That Pepper lady was only the site’s administrator. Sedona disliked her privacy being violated. I didn’t like it either. I was better equipped in dealing with the public because my parents were regular news staples. She made me promise to avoid us being photographed together, as much as possible.
“You’re a popular figure, Zander. So is Kieran. Anytime I’m with you guys, my picture would probably be taken. I would have no control of it. What I do know is that if we’re around other people, then, maybe there won’t be any insinuations made about us,” she justified.
Who the hell cared? They could take whatever picture they wanted. I was proud to be with her. I wanted to be with her, in any way, shape, or form. So, if she wanted our exclusivity to be just between us for now, I had no choice but to be ok with it.
I had to bribe John or Dom with drinks, for them to go with me to see her after football practice. Her Tuesday and Thursday classes ran late so we walked to the Health and Human Sciences building (about 5 buildings away) from the football field and hung around there.
The presence of two or three football players received curious glances from other students. I went with the guys so it appeared as if we were all just friends, Sedona, me, and the guys, hanging around campus. My friends teased me that I had to grow some balls and prove to them that I was a man. I took it all in stride.
Whenever I saw her in her cute, little white nursing uniform or in jeans and her feminine tops, my heart literally skipped a beat. Every time she saw me waiting for her, she gave me her special smile. It was the kind of smile that drew you in, the kind that made me think,All the time I waited for her to come out of class, it didn’t fucking matter.
She was gorgeous – that was obvious. She was standoffish, at first. But once she let you in, you got pulled in her amazing personality. She often came out of her classes, laughing or chatting with her classmates. She introduced my friends and me, to some of them. There were a few male classmates whom I had the urge to introduce to my fists.
One time, Dom and Iwere waiting on her to come out of class. She came out laughing with a male classmate who was flirting with her. She was clueless about the effect she had on guys. When the guy touched her arm, my feet started walking towards them. Dom took a hold of my arm and said, “They’re just classmates. You don’t want to make a scene here.” I had to find my inner Mr. Miyagi to restrain myself. Relief rushed through me when I saw her politely remove his hand. I made a mental note of the shithead’s face.
After her classes, she tutored Anatomy and Physiology in the library for 2-4 hours on Tuesdays and sometimes, Thursdays. John or Dom split after walking with us to the library. I usually sat a few tables from her. I found myself finishing my Architecture projects and then some. My professors should send her letters of gratitude. All my projects and assignments got done way ahead of time.
During her scheduled 15-minute breaks, we met on the 3rdfloor of the library and made out between shelves 141-146. We worked each other up so much that by the time she finished her tutoring sessions, I was ready to haul her out of the library and finish what we started, at my place or at her apartment.
She might be salt to a man’s wounded ego, but she was a balm to my inner turmoil. I was definitely attracted to her. Physically, she was immaculate. When she kissed me, she awakened all my pent-up desires. She gave it as good as she got. She might be inexperienced, but she was definitely a fast learner. She told me she researched about sex because she wanted to be good at it when the time came for her. Boy, was she good!
I knew my attraction for her went beyond the physical. Her presence soothed me. When I was with her, a sense of peace engulfed me. Outside of the football field, I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. She definitely had her weird quirks – she drove within 5 mph of the speeding limit, except on the freeways, she brought it to 10 mph; she ironed her jeans; and, if someone touched her food, she didn’t eat from it again.
She also had her amazing quirks – she would defend her friends to death; she liked to touch me, any part of me; she was not shy about her body, in private; and, she kissed me every night, in person or over the phone.
Weird and amazing – those quirks made her whole. In my eyes, I knew that she could do anything – anything short of murder, lying, or cheating – and I would fight to keep her with me.
Sedona
Zander was an extremely understanding and patient man. When I asked him to respect my schedule, he did. When I asked him to respect my privacy, he did.
The attraction between us was undeniable. He showed up; I got hot. He smiled; I forgot my own thoughts. He touched me; my sense of propriety was lost. He often showed up with a friend to see me after class. I knew he did this for me. I had told him I didn’t want to be posted on that website as ‘one of his conquests,’ and if we could somehow not announce it to the world that we were ‘exclusive.’
I noticed how tense he got when other guys approached or talked to me. The jaw muscle ticking and clenching of his fists clued me in on how upset he got. He tried to hide it, but I have gotten closely acquainted to his muscle jaws tics. On and off ticking meant that he was slightly irritated or uncomfortable. A prolonged ticking, usually more than 2 minutes, meant that he was really upset, combined with his eyes turning a darker shade, more green than blue. When other guys tried to flirt with me, his jaw muscle tics were definitely prolonged. I tried my best not to aggravate the situation.
There was this one time when we were hanging out a coffee shop with his friends. I had gotten up to grab extra napkins. When I turned around, a guy started talking to me. He was nice. Typical college guy. Not bad-looking either. I smiled at him and he stared at me. Zander often told me that my smile alone could make a man lose his way. I was sure he was just teasing me. It was Zander’s smile that made me lose my way. The guy was asking me for my number when I felt a hand around my shoulder.
“Need help with the napkins?” Zander’s eyes were on me.
“Umm, no,” I said. “Can you please grab more sugar?”
The guy quickly said, “Later,” and we walked to our table.
