Be gentle, yeah? It's my first foray into the world of Naomily.
I pulled the hood up over my head and picked up the pace of my walking. It had begun to piss rain. Bleeding wonderful British weather.
The name's Naomi Campbell. Shut up. I know what you're thinking, and just shut the fuck up right now. I just began my second year at Oxford, and I couldn't be more happy. Well, that's a lie. I suppose solving world hunger, and lowering university tuition would make me more happy, but that's a completely different can of worms.
I'm on my way to the library. It's a Wednesday night, and there's a chair in the library with my name on it. Well, not LITERALLY, and even if the name "Naomi Campbell" was on something somewhere on Oxford's campus, it would probably be donated from that OTHER Campbell woman. She's loaded. I'm not.
I'm just a broke girl living in a shit-hole student apartment near campus. My mum helps when she can, but she's too busy leading a do-gooding hippie life to make a lot of money. Hell, I never even knew my dad. So, I guess no matter how you look at it, she's pretty much all I have.
Enough with the emotional bullshit. I'm nearly to the library anyways. I make my way around the corner, and quickly open the door and make my way inside. I pull down my hood and shake the water droplets off of my arms and bag as I walk towards my favorite chair.
It's a gargantuan brown leather monster that's seen better days. I wouldn't be surprised if the son-of-a-bitch had been here since the college began. I discovered it during a study binge last year.
Living in dorms on campus can be a bit hectic at times. Every now and then, you just need to get away from the noise and activity. Finals were fast approaching, and I kept getting pulled out to club nights that were definitely not helping my grade point average. I found solace in the library, and discovered my favorite brown monster along the way.
I sat down, and the well used leather cushions absorbed and indented under my weight. I pulled out a few text books, notebooks, and materials from my classes, and began my weekly study ritual.
My studying was going without a hitch until a deep, but still distinctly feminine voice broke me from my concentration from a few meters away. It was soft, but forceful at the same time. There was something gravitational about that voice, and I couldn't help but to look up from my studying. I peered through the blond hair that had fallen into my eyes from staring down at the pages of a book for a few hours.
I spotted a petite red head walking across the library. She was with several other students all carrying laptops and books. They chose a table directly in front of and within earshot of my brown monster. I continued to watch the group as they unpacked their belongings and settled into their seats.
Finally coming to my senses, I turned my attention back to my own books. However, my good sense didn't last long as every time the red head would open her mouth, and that raspy voice drifted in my general direction, I couldn't help but stare. I tried to focus, but to no avail. GRAVITATIONAL, I tell you. There was something about it.
After about 20 minutes of a tug of war of attention between the raspy voiced red head and my text books, I was busted. She looked up from her own study materials, and her eyes locked with mine. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I quickly looked back down at my book, but not before I had time to notice that her eyes were a unbelievably rich dark brown. I could feel her eyes still on me, but I would not dare look up from my book. I figured after a few minutes, it was about time for a page turn. I turned the page, and continued to stare at an ink spot.
Way to go Campbell. Now, she probably thinks you're a raging creeper. However, in her defense, you kind of were staring like a creeper. Shut up. No, seriously, what the fuck ARE you doing? Honestly? I don't even know.
I heard the red head speaking once again to her study group. Perhaps the coast is clear? I daringly decided to sneak a peak through my hair once more. Whew. Maybe I should get going before shit gets even more weird. I pack up my books and belongings, and make my way towards the exit.
As I reach my hand out to open the door, I couldn't help but to take one glance over my shoulder, and was met once again by brown eyes. Time slowed down to an excruciating crawl. I lost my head, and forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Errr....um. Yea. Door. Handle. Right. Leaving. Smooth, Campbell. Reeeeal smooth.
As the door opened, the cool, rainy night air hit me in the face. I ran my fingers through my hair, and leaned against the brick wall of the library entrance. Great. A five second glance fried my nerves. I fumbled around in my pockets for a few seconds before pulling out my fags and a lighter. A flick of flame and deep inhale later, I was beginning to feel more like myself. Deep breathing and nicotine were working wonders. I made quick work of the fag. I flicked it carelessly into the dark, and pulled up my hood once more before starting my trek home. Well, that was interesting...