Mer,
Are you missing me already? Hope you scored over the break or by now you’ll no doubt be very stressed and are now without your helping hand. What are you gonna do?
Well, I have a dare for you if you are up to the challenge.
Unknown to most Profs and students in this school there’s a secret group that gets together at the beginning of the new semester to initiate any potential new roommates.
There was a drawing of the house and an arrow showing me where the ‘Dares Room’ was that the initiations took place in.
If you get the chance, dress down in black and sneak around there and look through the blinds. It will give you some naughty visuals to keep you occupied during any lonely nights or for when you need to reapply that ‘lipstick’ after school ;)
The final dare always takes place at 11pm on the first Friday so you have plenty of time to think it over and prepare. Just remember, you like the thought of being caught!
Enjoy!
Marcus.
I folded the letter and placed it in my purse. A kind of fraternity, here? At this small business college? I wondered how Marcus had gotten to know about it. The house he had drawn me a map of was on campus and not far from the student residences. I had always just assumed that it was rented out to a group of the wealthier students. And what had Marcus meant by naughty visuals? What the hell was the initiation about? He’d been a good guy, so I doubted what went on there was anything illegal. He’d been right though. The thought of watching some kind of daring initiation through the blind was a turn on. But wouldn’t it be young students? I pulled a face. Depending on who it was it could be the complete opposite of sexy.
I gathered my belongings and headed straight to the gym. I was in a quandary, did I do it for the sheer exhilaration of hiding around campus and the house and not being caught? I could always walk away if it was debauched, maybe even tell someone in a higher authority what was going on. That was it, I decided. I’d go and see because it might just be that I’d be doing people a favor if this needed to be made public and stopped. Worst case scenario I had to become a whistleblower, best case I had some fun.
Due to my extreme lack of any kind of social life I would head to the gym every single night after school. I missed Tana. Though she’d been engaged, she’d still been my roomie, and we’d had a lot of laughs. It would take some time to get used to my own company. I liked living on my own, but it would be good to have some other friends to hang with occasionally. For now, I would have to put up with idle chatter at the gym with people whose names I never got to know, or I failed to remember.
I walked into the gym and there he was - Garrett. I hadn’t seen him since I’d fallen off the treadmill and embarrassed myself the week before, having avoided him by attending at different times. It looked as if he too, had now changed the time he attended. As if he detected I was watching him his gaze met mine. He raised a hand in recognition and then returned to bench pressing. Relieved he would not come over, I headed toward a treadmill.
After running for thirty minutes while listening to some tracks via my earbuds, I looked around to see if Garrett was still there. I had been focused on my routine and had been stopping myself from thinking about either Garrett or the secret society. I didn’t even know what my problem was with Garrett, anyway. Was I too scared to even talk to a guy now? Yes, my last break up had been nasty but I could not stop myself from talking to men. One day I wanted marriage and a family. I would not get them if I never talked to another man, was I? Having spotted Garrett on a rowing machine I grabbed a paper cup of water for myself and one for him and I walked over to where he rowed.
“Hey there.” I said. Not the most exciting of conversation starters but at least I had tried.
He stopped rowing, and I offered him one of the cups of water.
“Thanks. Hold it a minute.” He requested, then he got up and dried himself on his nearby towel.
“I’d just been thinking I needed a drink.” He said. “Though it wasn’t water I’d been considering.”
Before I could think the words, they were out of my mouth, “Well, we could always grab a couple beers?”
Garrett smiled. “And there I thought you’d been avoiding bumping into me again, then you ask me on a date. Shows what I know about women.” He laughed and once again his blue eyes twinkled.
I felt heat hit my cheeks. “I-, it’s not a date, I just needed to eat and so when you said-”
He put a hand out and touched my arm. “I’m messing with you. I need to eat too, so why don’t we hit the showers and I will meet you in the cafeteria afterwards?”
He noticed my expression straightaway. “I only meant we would meet there, not eat there. See you in fifteen?”
I nodded and went off to the showers.
I was glad of the cool water to calm down the heat that had hit my body with my embarrassment. Also, when he had said for us to hit the showers, it had brought to mind a vision of me pushed up against the wall, water pouring down my body, while those plump lips of his pressed against my own. It would appear I had developed a crush on Garrett the gym guy. Whereas my usual MO was to shower and run, this time I showered, blew out my blonde, medium-length hair and put on a little make-up. I still managed to be out of the room within fifteen minutes though. As I headed towards the cafeteria, I could see Garrett was already waiting outside. He was talking to another guy, and I watched him, taking in that heavenly looking body and those chiseled features. Had I really scored a kinda date with this guy?
Garrett suggested a restaurant within walking distance of the gym that he said he’d been to a couple times before. I was happy with his suggestion and we ordered beer and some pasta. I found him real easy to chat to. He exuded confidence and kept our conversation light but continuous.
“So, what do you do for a living?” He asked me.
“I’m a Professor in Accountancy at King’s Business School.”
He almost choked on his drink.
“Excuse me?”