TWO
Briar
I lookover at the cute guy sitting next to me.
Arlo McCoy.
I had noticed him in the coffee shop before class but by the time I had seen him, he was grabbing his food and heading for the door. I remember thinking he was hot and watching until he had walked out of the coffee shop.
He’s got brown hair and dark blue eyes and the sexiest lips that I’ve ever seen on a guy. He looks like he could bench press me and I let my eyes trail over his arms one last time as the professor dismisses class for the day.
We both start to pack up our laptops and gather up our trash before we stand and make our way back up the classroom stairs. He seems shy and I like that about him. A lot of the hot guys that I’ve met have been too full of themselves or acted like real jerks. Arlo doesn’t seem like that though and I find myself liking him more.
He holds the classroom door open for me and I smile at him as I walk through. We walk out onto campus and both pause on the science building steps, turning to face each other. It’s so hot out and I twist my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head, trying to cool off a little bit. I’m wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress and some keds and it still feels like too many clothes. It’s going to take me a long time to get used to the heat. I look up at Arlo, wondering what his secret is. He’s wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt and he doesn’t look sweaty or hot at all.
“Where are you headed next?” He asks as he stares down at the ground, shuffling his feet.
“Um… English 368, Medieval Literature.” I say after I dig my class schedule out of my bag.
“I can walk you over if you want. It’s not that far.” He offers, finally looking up from his shoes.
“That would be great.” I beam, looping my arm through his.
He blushes and I grin as we start to make our way across the campus.
“Have you been going here long?” I ask.
“Yeah, this is my last year. I’ll graduate next May.”
“How long did it take for you to figure out where everything was?” I joke.
He grins at me. “Only a couple of weeks.”
Arlo starts to lead me across campus, pointing out the different buildings and attractions along the way. Most of my classes are in the arts building and that’s where we’re headed now. I’ll just have to make it from the science building to the arts building most days.
“What year are you?” Arlo asks me.
“A junior. I just transferred from Little Rock Community College in Arkansas. I’ve always wanted to go to Tulane, but I had to save up some money before I could afford it.”
We walk up the steps and into the cool air conditioning.
“What room number was it?” He asks.
“Um.. 306.” I read off the schedule.
He nods and leads me up the stairs to the third floor. My class is right off the staircase and we stop outside the door, both not knowing what to say. I like spending time with him, and I don’t want it to be over just yet. I can’t wait until Wednesday to see him again.
“Thanks for walking me.” I say.
“No problem.”
We both shuffle on our feet, trying to search for something else to say.
“Do you have another class after this?” He blurts out.
“Yeah, one more this afternoon but it’s in this same building, just downstairs. I have three classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and then two on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s.”
He nods before he takes a step back.
“I’ll see you on Wednesday then.” He says, waving before he turns to leave.
I want to stop him, but class is about to start and I don’t know what I would say.
“See you Wednesday.” I say quietly, as I head into my class.