It was supposed to be an off-campus-dinner-with-Jules night. I felt terrible that I forgot but when I told her what was going on, she was very forgiving. But she did conveniently show up at Preston with Randy about thirty seconds after I met Ethan there.
We had fun at dinner but I was dying to ditch Randy and Jules (in the nicest possible way) and be alone with Ethan. He must have been thinking the same thing because as soon as we said goodnight to Jules and Randy, he turned to me and kissed me. When he pulled away and smiled at me, I kissed him again. I took his hand and we turned toward the library. And the best possible person was right in our path.
I wish I had a picture of the look on her face. But it’s okay… I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Anyway… fuck her. I don’t want to talk about her anymore. Or ever again.
At the library, Ethan and I found our favorite couch deserted so we sat down and pulled out our Chem stuff. ‘Where do you want to start?’ He knew exactly where I wanted to start. I took the study cards from his hand and dropped them on top of our books.
I’m not sure how long we were not studying. I just knew that if we didn’t start focusing on chemistry—the book kind—we were going to graduate to inappropriate library behavior. ‘We have to study…’ At least I whispered. That was appropriate library behavior.
I picked up the study cards and moved to the other end of the couch. ‘Why are you way over there?’ I kicked my shoes off, leaned back, and rested my legs on his lap. ‘Because I can’t keep my hands off you.’ He laughed at me and I started asking him chemistry questions.
We were almost at the end of the stack of cards when he started tickling my feet. ‘Cut that out! We’re almost done!’ He was being so cute. But I was determined to get to the end of those study questions. I did my best to look completely serious as I read the next question. But I couldn’t do it… because Ethan obviously snuck in a non-chemistry question. Sort of. ‘Do you want me to kiss you?’
He immediately smiled. ‘Ooh… I know this one!’ I smiled and flipped the card over. ‘Well? What’s the answer?’ And he told me. ‘Yes…’
I read the answer from the card… ‘Yes…’ He was very pleased with himself. ‘I got it right!’ He leaned toward me and I met him half way. I kissed him. And he didn’t want me to stop but I had to. ‘There’s one more question…’ I held the card in my hand and read it. ‘Do you want to sleep over tonight?’
‘I know this one, too… Yes…’ I turned the card over. ‘You’re right…’ I tossed the card aside and grabbed him. More kissing. Lots more kissing. Until I stopped. ‘We should go to my room now.’
Of course, he had to tease me. ‘I thought you wanted to study?’
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‘Dear Diary’ is fiction based on actual events.
Any similarities to your college life is purely coincidental.
Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.
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