First impression of this school is pretty ok to be honest. I mean it's too many niggas for one and I can't get over the smell. I mean I can't complain too much though. I knew it was going to be a lot of guys from the jump. I'm just not liking all this attention I'm getting. Seems like everywhere I look somebody's staring in my face. They might be trying to see what I look like because I have on a mask. I am not trying to catch any cooties. Folks in here already hacking without even tryna cover up their mouths. I do NOT want what ever they have.
Since where on our lunch break I decided to just walk around the building to get familiar with it. I came across the breakroom where I seen the majority of my class seated socializing with one another. I hesitantly walk in and sit down in a seat I found towards a corner.
Seated comfortably, I scroll through YouTube to find my next true crime documentary to watch when a guy seated a couple seats down starts talking to me.
Now listen, I'm not a mean person but I tried to ignore him. I acted like I didn't hear him but all that did was make him scoot his chair closer and repeat what he had said before.
"Hey, I'm Andy. Whats your name?" He smiled. "I'm Julie nice to meet you Andy," I replied looking up at him to meet his gaze. I had pulled my mask down briefly to wipe the sweat from my upper lip. It's extremely hot in this room I have no idea why. It feels as though they cut the heat on in this specific room in a South Carolina fall. It's already 75 degrees outside as it is. Granted, the wind is blowing; but it's mostly just hot air.
"Why you sitting over there by yourself? You should get to know your peers," He grinned as he studies my face. Switching his gaze from my eyes to the rest of my face slowly all while smiling. He must've thought I looked like shrek under here. I wouldn't blame him. I'm like the only one wearing a mask in this place.
"Ughh..ok," I awkwardly smile. I scoot my chair over to the rest of the group and zone out as everyone continues chatting. This isn't really my type of crowd. Everyone in this group is nice don't get me wrong, but they are mad cringey and corny to me. I have to constantly look down to avoid cringing over the bits and pieces I do end up catching in and out of my zoning.
I eventually can't take it anymore and say goodbye to everyone in the group after sitting for awhile and I leave. There's no where else for me to go really so I head back up to the classroom and wait on class to start back. I find my seat in a completely empty classroom in the back and turn on my true crime documentary. The lights are off, it's nice and cold, and I'm alone in a big and quiet room. My perfect setting.
"I have a good 45 minutes," I whisper to myself. Taking off my heavy steel toed boots I had been dragging around all day. These things are just as heavy as they sound. hopefully I get used to them.
Just as I get comfortable a tall dark skinned guy wearing a durag and glasses walks in. He looks at me briefly. I don't think he was expecting me to be in here. He takes his seat and puts his head down to nap. He looks mean. Like he'd bully me to be honest. I wanna speak simply because I like to make guys like him nervous but I don't know. Maybe I'm doing too much. He looks like he's napping. I'll just let him be for now.
I press play on my true crime doc but can't help but to look over at him. He's tall and chubby but it looks good on him. He's not sloppy built, but muscular. He looks like he played football in high school. I wonder how old he is. He has a full grown beard. And it's cute on him. It makes him look like a big intimidating nerd. He looks funny. Like he can really make me laugh. I already laugh at everything buh he looks like he could easily give me an asthma attack from laughing too hard. His eyebrows are nice. He has huge hands. I love a man with some big hands.
I wonder what they feel like. To hold, to touch, to lay on, or to have wrapped round my neck. "I gotta chill" I accidentally say out loud. He turns around and asks "You say something to me?" I sat there smiling in the dark for a second. Studying his big eyes. He has nice lips too. I wonder what those would feel like. Pressed all over my body. I realize he's still looking at me waiting for my response. "Ughh oh no, no no no no..nah…I'm sorry" I awkwardly laugh. That was mad embarrassing. He flashed a small smile. Big enough for me to see his white teeth with his small gap in between the front two. "Oh ok, my fault." He says as he lays his head back down on the table taking off his glasses in the process and getting more comfortable.
That was mad embarrasing. I can't believe I just did that. I kinda wanna say something to him to recover. Should I just start talking? What should I say? I think for a second and come up with the perfect thing.
"What's ur name?" I smile. So genius of me i know. He picks his head up and looks at me. "I'm Mick. My names Mickey but you can call me Mick." He looks completely different without his glasses on. I'm not even gonna lie looking at him without his glasses made me nervous. And suddenly the room no longer felt so cold. "I'm Julie, nice to meet you Mickey," i smile as he did.