A Bailey Legacy

Tis rather delicious

Saffron’s Spice (Part 1)

Saffron’s Spice (Part 1)

I couldn’t wait to go to University; the opportunity to expand my knowledge, experience new people and things, and, of course, the freedom.Screenshot-4719It didn’t take long for me to make an impact on my lecturers and fellow peers.  I’d always been known as a rational thinker, thus it was in my nature to challenge others, particular when it came to their views on scientific theories or medial studies.Screenshot-4675Heated debates were where it was at;  I loved nothing more than a good in-depth discussion.Screenshot-4678This, however, usually ended up driving the rest of the class insane after several minutes.Screenshot-4676And, at times, I could sense that even my lecturers were not best pleased with my assertive attitude.Screenshot-4677Leaving class one afternoon, I vented my frustrations to Garry Cinder, a guy Peach and I had met on a night out.  Although we weren’t studying the same degree, we’d often bump into each other at the student union between or after classes.Screenshot-4689Screenshot-4690Screenshot-4687I liked him because he was one of those rare breeds of men who actually listen to what you have to say, not just glaze over and pretend they know what your garbling on about. Screenshot-4688Still, I wasn’t naive.  I knew he wanted more than friendship, but back then I was wary of everyone and anything who could have potentially distracted me from my studies.Screenshot-4702The following morning, over breakfast, I spoke to Peach about Garry and how overly friendly he seemed to be.  I knew that she got on well with him too, but as I’d never known her to date any guys back at high school I assumed she wasn’t interested in him in the same way I was.Screenshot-4843‘He’s like that with most people… I think he’s a little lonely.  We should invite him over afternoon,’ Peach replied, a smile etching across her face.Screenshot-4841‘Good idea,’ I said, setting my fork down onto the table, butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach.Screenshot-4846Gazing back across at Peach, I noticed that her expression had changed; she looked more distant, like something was plaguing her mind.

‘Probably worried about Milo,’ I concluded.  She loved her pet horse to bits.Screenshot-4845Screenshot-4844That afternoon, from the moment Garry stepped foot into our halls, he couldn’t keep his hands off me.  It didn’t take me too long to cave in and allow our hormones to run wild.Screenshot-4864Perhaps I was being a bit hasty, but hey, screw it.  You only live once, right?Screenshot-4866

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