Despite what I had hoped, Natalie avoided me the next few weeks. Another night of, well, whatever the hell that was, seemed out of the question. While I didn’t want to press the issue, I felt I was owed at least some kind of closure. So after class I waited for her.
“Hi, Nathalie.”
“Oh, hey …”
She avoided my eye, but didn’t seem shocked or angry. Only a bit dejected.
“How’s things?”
“Fine.”
An uncomfortable pause. She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair, pulled back in a ponytail, looked dull, uncared for. But she was still amazingly beautiful and at that moment I would have done anything to make her smile. Or moan.
“I really liked what we …”
“My boyfriend came to town”, she interrupted me. “He’s staying with me now.”
“Oh …”
“So just forget about it. Please?”
Now she did look at me, her eyes pleading. I nodded.
“Thanks.”
She turned to go, hesitated, then turned back and placed a small hand on my arm.
“I did as well.”
I watched her leave, angry, hurt and, to my surprise, horny. That damn girl.
“What was that about?”
Astha came to stand beside me. A small Indian woman with delicious curves and a quick smile, she had only recently transferred here, but had already made a name for herself after a shouting match with an administrator. He had either not fulfilled an inane request exactly as she wanted, or had made lewd remarks at her, depending on who you listened to. Whatever the case, she was fierce and a bit scary, even though the top of her head barely reached my chest.
“Nothing”, I mumbled.
“That was definitely not nothing.”
“Just drop it.”
“Fine. Want to go grab a bite?”
I shook my head. “I’m just going to go home.”
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