I felt so tired. I had had many trials over the past few days, the main being finals. After many hours of studying, I think, or hope, that I have gotten good enough grades to pass, because if I do I can advance into the upper levels of my major, xenolinguistics.I have already taken the basics of the languages I wished to master, including Romulan, Vulcan, and Klingon. I had proven quite apt at keeping up with my courses , often outperforming my fellow cadets, much to their obvious frustration.
As I mused about my courses and how I did on my finals, my roommate came in. I had not noticed her, being so absorbed in my pondering, so I did not see her raise a pillow over her head to lob at me. "Ahh!" I screamed, caught off guard and falling off my bed. "Gaila! Why the hell did you do that?" I yelled at her, annoyed. She laughed. "You need to lighten up girl!" she said. "When was the last time you went to a bar? Or a party? Or even stopped studying for a few hours?" I thought about that , but answered almost immediately. "Last week. You took me to that bar down the street, remember? The one where you got drunk and I had to take you home before you passed out or started dancing on the tables?" She giggled, remembering. "Oh, yeah!" she said. "That was fun. I met a really awesome guy there But you didn't dance, or even drink!" she accused.
"Well., that was because I had an early class in the morning." She rolled her eyes. " Oh all you think about are your damn classes! Live a little! Come on, I'm gonna take you back to that bar, and this time you HAVE to dance and drink!" I sighed. "Oh all right. But only because classes are over. If this was during classes I wouldn't even think about going." Besides, summer was about to start. "Yes, I know. Now come on we have to find you something sexy to wear!" She jumped up and ran to the closet. "How about this?" she suggested, holding up the shortest mini dress I had ever seen. "No way." I said. "You're right; I'M gonna wear this!" she declared throwing it on the bed.
It took about two hours, but I finally found something I liked, a simple black mini dress, with lace on the bodice and hem. As I put it on over my the sheer black tights I normally wore with my red dress uniform, I admired how the black dress complimented my favorite black stiletto boots, not making them look too bold, like my uniform did. Pulling my hair out of my usual ponytail, I looked in the mirror. I looked good, which was what I wanted.
As I walked out of the bathroom Gaila and I shared, she said, "Wow!" I looked at her, not really knowing what she was getting at. "What?" she smiled. "Nothing. It's just....you look hot!"
"Thank you." I answered, glancing at her in the dress I had discarded earlier. She always made everything look sexy, even just ordinary workout clothes. It was an Orion talent I secretly envied.
At about nine, we walked to the bar down the street. When we arrived, it was already jam packed full of cadets, looking for a party. We walked up to the bar, and under Gaila's glare, I ordered a martini, and sipped at it while Gaila had already downed five shots of vodka, bought for her from various male cadets, all trying to win her favor. The music started, momentarily distracting me from Gaila's many suitors.
Ignoring them all, She pulled me onto the dance floor, and started cozying up to the first hot guy who bought her a drink, as if she hadn't even noticed any of the others. I stared to moving to the music, finding my rhythm. I loved to dance, even though I hadn't in the past few weeks because of the classes leading up to finals. I lost myself in the music, giving in and having fun for the first time in weeks.
A little later, I sauntered up to the bar, and asked for another drink. While I waited, I noticed an officer I had never met before talking to Captain Pike. He was obviously Vulcan, but I could tell, even from all the way across the room, that he was very handsome. His face was finely carved, his sharply angled dark brows just above his eyes. "Miss," the bartender caught my attention. I took my drink and very casually walking past Captain Pike's table, sneakily glancing at the dark haired Vulcan officer across from him.
He was a professor, I could tell, from the black uniform he wore. I couldn't help but notice his lithe body and strong profile. As I was walking away, wondering who he was, Gaila staggered over, still looking graceful even though she was obviously dead drunk. "Who are you looking at?"
She asked loudly. Fearing they could hear, I steered here a little ways away before I answered.
"No one." She continued, just as loudly as before, "Was it Professor Spock? " I then asked, perhaps a little too eagerly, "Do you know him?" She answered, a little more clearly, "Yeah, he teaches my advanced computer programing class, but I heard he was going to be teaching advanced Vulcan syntax and Romulan next semester, so you might have him as a professor."
As I walked toward the door with Gaila (she was way too drunk to be out partying,) I glanced back at Captain Pike's table. Professor Spock was looking at me. Thoseeyes! A rich dark brown, but that was beside the point. Though the rest of him was thoroughly Vulcan, from his posture to the way he held himself, he eyes were shockingly human. I could see what he was thinking in those eyes, and I saw curiosity, on the surface, but just beneath was an incredible intelligence and strength of mind. Wow. His eyes were so open, while the rest of him was so reserved. I had never even met him but I could read him from just one causal glance. Walking out the door of the bar, I was a little dazed, but very, very interested in seeing him again. I cant wait for next year, and classes with Professor Spock.
In the morning, I packed my bag and got on my shuttle back home to the United States of Africa for a nice relaxing summer. But I knew that the only thing that was going to be occupying my thoughts on the ride home was the mysterious professor that had such open, beautiful eyes.
