Murphy’s Law (Part 3)
Embarrassing confession; I had never kissed a girl before. Her lips were so soft, I felt my entire body light up from head-to-toe. After a couple of seconds I wasn’t entirely sure what else to do without completely sabotaging the situation, so I pulled away, most likely grinning like an idiot. As I moved my arm away from her hip, I’d hoped for a smile from her, or at least a flushed expression. Instead, Raquel looked completely terrified, as if I’d whispered in her ear that I was planning on butchering her family.‘What the hell? I’m engaged, Murphy!’ Raquel announced, as if I’d been aware of this from the moment we had first met. ‘My fiance may not be at University with me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep around like a slut!’The look on my face said it all. The girl was crazy; there was no other way around it. ‘You boys are all the same,’ she added before marching out the room, leaving me with the judgmental stares of a few other party-goers. I furrowed my brow and did my best to hold back my own frustrations. I couldn’t comprehend why the hell she had she chosen to fall asleep on my bed in the first place if she was supposedly “engaged” and committed to someone, and why she had never mentioned it until now. She didn’t even have an engagement ring to say otherwise either.The following night, as I did some research for an essay which deadline was due in less than three days, I told Zoe about how much of a tease Raquel was (I had concluded she was one of those girls who reveled in male attention) and how much I disliked the saddening truth behind “Murphy’s Law”.
‘You know, it’s your law, Murphy, it’s what you make of it,’ Zoe explained, thumbing through the pages of her own textbook.
I couldn’t help but think she had a good point, although it didn’t stop “Murphy’s Law” being an actual thing which I couldn’t exactly defy.After a blur of lectures, last-minute cramming and crazy parties, somehow, I passed my first year with flying colours.I celebrated in style, avoiding Raquel as best I could. Thankfully, with the beauty of social media, I could keep tabs on her whereabouts most of the time.Soon it was time for me to leave campus, much to my dismay. Despite my unlucky attempt with finding a girl who didn’t think I was gay, or one who would manipulate and lie to me, my first year had been pretty damn awesome, and I’d learnt that perhaps it was time to abide by my own law, so to speak, and reach for things even if they were bound to slip out from my grasp and smack me in the face (thanks University library books!).Zoe was the only housemate to see me off since Margaret had already headed off home and the rest of my roomies were out partying. I later learnt that she had the biggest crush on me, ever, but to be honest I had never been really interested in blondes. Brunettes all the way, sorry Zoe!