Murphy’s Law (Part 2)
Murphy’s Law (Part 2)
I’m unsure if she was even really asleep because moments after I had approached my bed, she stretched out her body before swinging her legs around so she was perched on the edged of the bed with a sheepish grin on her face.
As she stood up, I felt my heart miss a beat; this girl knew my name. Crap. Had I met her on a night where I’d been very drunk? Even then, I think I would have recalled meeting a girl as pretty as she was. I’d always been drawn towards dark-haired girls (apparently it was a Bailey thing), and as for her light grey eyes, damn they were stunning.
Lost in a trance, I walked around to the other side of my bed.
‘I’m not stalking you or anything,’ she quickly reinforced. ‘I just heard there was an awesome party going on here. I got a bit sleepy though, so looked for somewhere to lay down for a bit and found your bed since you’d left your room door unlocked…’‘Have we, uh, met before?’ I asked, praying that my stupidity wouldn’t offend her.
‘Well, yes, sorta,’ she answered, placing her hand behind the back of her neck. ‘Last weekend, at that keg-stand party. We didn’t exactly talk, but I overheard someone say your name.’
That was some relief at least.
‘No worries. I mean, it’s a bit weird you were on my bed, but it’s nice to meet you…’ I trailed off, realising that she hadn’t yet introduced herself.
‘Raquel, my name is Raquel,’ she revealed as her warm hand shook mine, sending electricity straight down my spine.Classes were not quite the same after meeting Raquel. Although it appeared I was paying attention, all I could think about was that girl and how much I wanted to see her again.Turned out she was a proper little party animal and it was literally one wild party spent after the next with that girl. I wasn’t quite sure what year she was in at University, or what she was even studying for that matter, but I didn’t really mind not knowing. Not everyone liked to talk about their degrees.Before I knew it, I was starting to fall behind with my work and was often staying up late to catch up. Zoe, who was basically nocturnal, often kept me company, either reading or playing computer games.Soon enough I started to confide in her about Raquel. She advised I that I took some “man-up” pills and made a move already, otherwise, like with Margaret, I’d miss my shot and she would assume I was more interested in men.Perhaps, in hindsight, Zoe wasn’t exactly the best person to take advice from considering she had almost burnt down our entire halls of residence last month.The following evening, I headed round to Raquel’s place for her third party that week, a pool party despite I don’t think she even had a swimming pool (not that I was complaining when I saw her in her tiny bikini).