Lora Wellington was just relieved that her scheduling for the next semester was all set. Now, all she needed was to stay on target. Pass all my classes. I can make it. Her cumulative GPA took a nose dive downward fast. Spiraling out of control. It wasn’t until last spring that she finally decided to come back to finish her college degree. After four years, and a poor cumulative GPA, Lora felt stressed. She had to do well. Her recent math course didn’t help her GPA any. It only made it worse. Dropping by another 10 points. Ten points worse! I am never going to make it. What was it that my best friends would always say? Take a deep breath and relax. Taking a huge breath, Lora closed her eyes and slowly relaxed..
Until the door slammed open with her roommate Kylie bouncing in with her golden blonde hair flowing this way and that behind her. Kylie had a way of bringing bright energy into any room that she walked in. Looking at Kylie, Lora pushed aside her worries. “You are so not going to believe this!”
“Oh come on Lora, didn’t you hear the talk of that new hottie on campus. The one that is both good at sports and academics?”
Seeing the look on Lora’s face, Kylie went on further. “You know the new biker/bad-ass guy working in the marketing department.”
“Oh, yeah. Michael something.” Obviously Kylie was hooked on this guy. All I knew was that the man was frustrating as hell. I was currently assigned a project with him. And let’s say is hasn’t gotten anywhere. He wants to things one way, and I want to go the other way.
“So, are you are two going to the dance tonight?”
“No, we’re not. And I told you I can’t go. I have to study to bring up my cumulative.”
Kylie just looks at me and pouts. She can get away with pouting with everyone one else but me. I have to bring my cumulative back up to get the financial aid to pay for next semester or else I can never return back as a student. And my whole family will know just how big o a fail-er I am. I can’t and won’t let them think that. I want to show them I can succeed. And going to that dance tonight was a bad idea.
Twenty minutes later Kylie had me dressed and downstairs at the party. I don’t know how she convinced a bunch of our friends to “convince” me to come out but here I am. Everyone seems to be having fun. Reminds me of my high school prom. I was the only girl that went that didn’t have a date nor the pretty dress to compliment the night. My grandpa had bought my corsage or me both my junior and senior prom dances. I was the girl that always stood watching everyone else having fun. I was just about to make my way out and back up to studying when a male voice called my name. It was hard not to know whose voice that belonged to. I turned around and there he was. Michael dressed up in a black tux looking damn good. But, there’s no way in hell I would ever admit it to him or anyone else for that matter. After glancing at him, I spun around once more about to head out again. When this time a man’s hand grabbed my arm and spun me back around, facing the bluest eyes I ever did see on any man. Eyes that any girl can get lost in.
“Lora, why are you so fast to leave, when you just arrived?
And where’s your date at?”
“He’s sick, and my friends convinced me that I must come down or else.”
That was only half the truth but, he wouldn’t know if I was lying or not.
“Oh my gosh, so you two are dancing together!” Shouted Kylie. Sometimes, I could hate her for saying the worst things when I didn’t want them said.
“I was informed that Lora’s date was sick.”
“Oh no! We practically had to drag her down here ourselves or else she would be up there stuck studying 24/7. ”
Thanks a lot Kylie! I wanted to shout at her.
Laughing, but not letting go of my arm, Michael was more than amused. Amused at my own expense. Damn him! He has no right to laugh. I really need to study!
“Excuse me but, I am leaving now. And I do have to study. So if, you will let go of my arm, Michael, I can then leave.”
Looking straight at me, Michael made me feel warm. My cheeks we blushing. I knew they had to be. I could feel them heating as thought they were on fire. I have never been so embarrassed.
“No, you may not. I would like to have a dance with you, Lora. Then you may leave if you still want too.”
“Fine! One dance and then I am going to leave.”
“As you say sweetie.”
“I am not your sweetie!”
He went silent at the comment. Finally, the man shuts up.
“No, you’re right about that.” And then we danced our one dance before I left for the night.
I never did put much thought into what exactly Michael’s body language meant from my comment. But, I had a feeling that it was only the beginning of my troubles.