He was the outsider, and I was the student.

we met for the first time at a party my classmates had invited me to. We talked for a bit then he stopped. Maybe he was just nervous? Maybe I was talking too much? Or maybe he’s not interested? He was tall, pretty dark eyes, cute red lips, he was way out of my league.

For a minute I wanted to just stop talking and move on. Even tho we just met, I just got stuck onto him.

“Do you want to go to my room?” I shouted out of nervousness.

He had paused for a second, looked at me and responded: “lead the way”

Was he playing with me? I thought.

He had placed his drink on the center of the table, then led me to a room.

“You know I was just joking, right? See, It was getting kind of awkward and when I get awkward I say the weirdest things, so…..” I awkwardly smiled.

“ this could be our last chance.

why don’t we just take it?” He replied

“We just met, I don’t think that it would be any romantic to just take our clothes off on sight”

He looked at me and smiled.

“What, You just wanted talk?” He asked

“Ah! Yes! Yep, just wanted to talk”

He placed he hands on my shoulders, sat me at the edge of the bed.

“Do I look like someone who has time to just talk?” He asked

My heart skipped a beat.

“Oh my god!! What are you?A pervert? Are you seriously trying to get me to sleep with you right now?” I asked sarcastically. Not that I meant to.

He laughed, Then he stood up.

“First, you started talking to me, then you asked to go in your room, then say that you were joking, now you’re saying I’m a pervert? Wow, that wild.”

We both smiled then walked out as nothing happened.