Brady knocked on her door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a very beautiful girl. She had golden curls that reached her shoulders. She had beautiful eyes and a great smile.
"Hey Brady." She greeted. "Who is this?"
"My friend, Sam." He answered pushing past her.
"Come on, don't just stand out there." The girl said.
I just nodded.
I walked into her place. It was cozy and nice. Brady plopped on the couch. Jessica sat in the chair. I sat down next to Brady. Brady went on talking about how I had been annoying me also and how the two of us were persistent. Then, he stood up and stormed out.
"Um, I guess I should go." I said after a minute.
"You don't have to. And I doubt Brady is going to wait for you."
As if on que, I heard tires squeal.
"It's Sam, right?" She asked.
"Yes. And you are Jessica."
"Yeah. So what classes are you taking this semester?" She asked.
"I am taking Systems Physiology and Design."
"Sounds boring." She commented.
"It kind of is. Then, Global History. Then, Painting."
"Painting? I am changing to that class. My schedule messed up and I don't have a third." Jessica told me.
"Really? That's awesome. I'll need someone to help me."
"Oh. I'm sure you'll do fine. What do you have after that?"
"W&R 2 Sherlock." I replied.
"Really? What is your major?"
"Um, pre-law."
"I'm pre-med."
"Pre-med. So is Emily." I told her.
"Emily Daniels?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah. You know her?"
"Not well. She is some of my classes and hangs out with Brady sometimes." She shrugged.
"How come I have never heard of you?" I wondered.
I haven't talked to them in a while. I have been busy dealing with a bad relationship." Jessica looked at her lap.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I didn't know how to comfort her.
"It's fine. We broke up in September. How about you? Have any ladies?" She asked, teasingly.
"Not unless hanging out with Emily and Becky counts." I replied.
"It doesn't. How about this? Tuesday, after school, we go out." Jessica asked.
"What?" I was caught off guard.
"Oh. I mean if you don't want to." She tried to look like it didn't hurt her.
"No. Yes. I mean, I would love to." Man, I should so stupid.
"Great. We can meet at the coffee shop."
"Okay. It's getting late. I probably have to go." I stood.
"I could drive you." Jessica stood.
"I think I will be okay. Fresh air could use a college student some good." I smiled.
"Yeah." She smiled back.
I walked back home feeling like I was walking on air. I had a date. I might even get a girlfriend. Things were looking up, until I got back to my place. I saw Brady standing there. Smoking.
"What have I told you about smoking?" I scolded.
"Whatever. How did it go?" He asked.
"Fine. And why did you leave me?" I asked.
"I didn't want to intrude." He acted all innocent.
"You could have waited in the car. Now why are you here? To ask how it went. You could have messaged me."
"No. To tell you going." He said.
"Going? Where? Why?" I asked.
"Yeah. Can't take here. Might travel. Get help." He added.
"Really? That's great." I said.
"Shh. You giving me a headache. Just wanted to say I'll see ya." He turned and walked off.
"See ya." I called after him.
Tuesday came quickly. I started to get nervous. Luis and Zach tried to get me to calm down. I put on an outfit similar to last week. I started to get anxious as I drove closer to the coffee shop. I pulled in and parked. As I walked in, I looked around. I didn't see her. I hope she didn't change her mind. I sat down and waited for her. After ten minutes, when I was getting worried, she came in. Jessica spotted me and came over. She sat across from me.
"Sorry, Sam. I had to help my friend with something. I hope you haven't been waiting for long." She apologized.
"Not long at all." I assured her.
"Good. So I guess I need to tell you things about myself. Any questions?"
"Not really. Last name?" I shrugged.
"Moore." She replied.
"Winchester."
"Like the gun?" Jessica Moore asked.
"Exactly like the gun." I answered. "What do you like to do?"
Well, I like to do anything artistic. Drawing, colouring…"
"Painting?" I supplied.
"Yes. And you?" She asked.
"I'm not that interesting. I just study, hang out with Luis, and go to school."
"You have to like more than that. Do you like to paint?"
"Not really. I heard Painting 1 was mostly History." I said with wide eyes.
"It is. Mostly. So, you like History?" Jessica pressed.
"Yes. Mythology. Anything that involves research. Ancient treasure, other languages, and things like that."
"Wow. Stanford has its own Indiana Jones." She smiled.
"I'm not a professor." I replied.
"Not now. You will be. Indy wasn't always a professor."
"True. What else?"
"I like to read."
That started up a whole conversation on books. We talked for hours. That was when we went to the restaurant across the street. We ate and talked about movies next. Thanks to Dean all I knew much about what action movies, Chuck Norris, and Clint Eastwood. She knew about Disney.
"Disney?" I asked.
"It isn't just for kids. Anyone can watch them? Haven't you seen a Disney movie?" Jessica asked.
"No. I just know the general storylines. A Beast, an Apple, and a Glass Shoe."
"First mission, watch a Disney movie."
We went back to her place. I sat on the couch as she put in the movie. We watched Beauty and the Beast. As I watched, I couldn't help but think about it on a deeper level. I was the Beast. A mad, angry hunter. Jessica was Beauty, or Belle. A smart, strong, and independent woman.
"You okay?" Jessica interrupted.
"Yeah. Just thinking about the movie." I shrugged. "Good message. Except he turned back."
"Hey. I love that part." She said.
"Sure." I smiled. "I have to go. It's getting late and we both have school tomorrow."
"Yeah. Painting 1 starts for me tomorrow. See you there."
I made it back to my place and told Luis all about it. He was happy for me. Luis wondered if he should give dating another shot. I rolled my eyes as he went back to his planning, no scheming. I felt bad for Quinn or whatever new girl he would get with. I fell asleep feeling very happy.