One look.
That's all it took, and I was hooked.
Cliché I know. But what can I say. I grew up with all of those cheesy 90's movies. You know the ones I'm talking about.
Well, that's how it happened.
She was there.
I was there.
The room was crowded. Filled with people who were drunk, high, or crossfaded.
We were at a college party. It wasn't a huge one, as the house it was being held in was pretty small.
The people were a blur to me. They all seemed like they were moving in fast forward, while she and I was stuck in play mode.
I said it was cliché, didn't I? But, I guess life is like that sometimes.
Since the house wasn't that big, the living room wasn't either. It was a one story house, two bedrooms with one bathroom.
Which brings me to my location. In line for the bathroom.
I'm looking out towards the living room, not really focusing on anything in particular.
Until I feel a set of eyes on me.
I look around, trying to pinpoint where they are coming from. All I see are glazed over faces and eyes looking anywhere, everywhere... except me.
Finally, I spot a pair that hasn't moved. A set of eyes that are almost looking through me. And when my eyes meet hers, I swear a bolt of lightning sparks between us.
Was I blinking?
Was I breathing?
Was she?
The air was thick. And I don't mean with just the pot smoke.
The line was moving closer towards the bathroom and I didn't even move my head. I just walked backwards... and into someone... who then politely told me to "fuck off" with a slight shove.
It didn't matter. My head stayed where it was.
My eyes quickly noticed that there was a small amused smile on her face.
A faded patron whispered (shouted?) something into her ear, which caused a full blown smile to appear on her lips.
Sorry, am I staring at her lips?
A small wave is thrown my way from the friend as the unnamed beauty and I stayed in our match.
The line moved again, so I moved with it... further away from her.
She squinted. I must be getting harder to see. The hallway is darker than the living room.
I thought she lit up that room like an Angel gracing us with their presence.
She took a few steps away from the wall, leaving her friend to go wander in another direction.
She was heading this way.
Those few steps turned into many steps, and soon she was halfway across the room.
The next thing I knew, she was a couple of people behind me in the line.
She waved me over, to which I happily obliged.
"Spencer.", was all she said.
"Ashley.", was my response.
"You go here? The college I mean", she asked.
"No, just hanging with a friend."
"A friend, huh?"
"Yes, a friend."
"Whose your friend?"
"Madison Duarte."
"Oh, that bitch."
I chuckle as I say, "Yeah that bitch."
"You're gorgeous, you know that right?" she asks out of nowhere.
"I've heard it once or twice."
It's our (mine, hers?) turn next, and she gestures that I am to go first – So I do.
She's still there when I'm finished, so she takes her turn. I try not to act like a creeper by staying close by.
Hopefully she didn't thing I was acting like one.
She doesn't look surprised that I'm still there.
There's this confidence that is exuded from her that I can't quite match; that I can't quite understand.
She grabs my hand and drags me out to the backyard like it's the most natural thing in the world.
There's a tree back there where she releases my hand and takes a seat beneath it. I follow suit.
"You don't go to college here, are you only visiting?
"No, I live here."
"But, you don't go to college here?"
"No, Madison does."
"I know that."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You go here?"
"Me, no."
"What brought you here then?"
"My girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend, huh?"
"Yup."
"And, who would that be?"
"Carmen."
"Oh, that bitch", I say mimicking her from earlier.
She must think it's funny, because she chuckles before mocking my earlier response, "Yeah, that bitch."
"Why her?"
"Why not?"
"That's not a very good answer."
"But it's the one I've got."
"Is that right? Your girlfriend is that bitch Carmen, and you're dating her because, and I quote, 'why not'. That sound right?"
"Yup."
"Well, that's promising."
"No, it isn't. It's just something that happens to be right now. But it doesn't have to be. I promise you that."
"You do?"
"Yes, and I never break my promises."
"You don't?"
"I don't."
"I'll have to put that to the test."
"So, you're saying I can see you again?"
"Maybe, we'll see."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means what it means."
"I see."
"Do you now?"
"I do."
"Then you don't."
"Is that right?"
"That's right. You're not the only one who gets to be cryptic."
"Then I guess this is goodbye. Until the possible next time."
"It is. Goodbye Spencer."